With the door open and providing at least a paltry shelter against the wind, Matt tucks himself into the doorway rather than crowding the space further, and now that the kid who's conscious is talking instead of screaming, he abruptly realizes he does know the kid's name.

But the one who's out cold - Miles? - is of greater concern right now, because that's not natural sleep holding him under, and there's very little warmth coming off him. "We're taking both of you back," Matt answers firmly. There'll be no one left behind on his watch, no matter how far gone. "Kinner, your pack, did you bring blankets?"

Blankets aren't going to be enough though. They need real warmth, and real shelter, and this shed was good enough to keep them alive this long but it's not going to help much more than it already has. Which means getting them back ASAP. Matt casts a considering ear at the breathing, furry wall at his back, and wonders how hard it'll be to get Miles tied to the werewolf's back for faster transport back to the safehouse. Assuming Harrow even allows it, and he damn well better.