"It's the only one we can find in the cabin." Amèlie matched his pace, her boots crunching against the frozen ground.
Eugene scanned the white expanse around them, then focused ahead. "You said this is way to Paris?"
"It is."
"Why are we going there again?"
"I need to find someone."
"And how does that involve me?"
"Don't you want to see your wife and kid? They're in Paris as well, right?"
"Yeah, they are. I don't even know if they're still alive," Eugene flexed his hands, fighting the nagging sensation that Amèlie only kept him close for his wolf form.