Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

"Bother me?" Fox asked. "Not at all, Dhole. It’s good that at least one of us is out there and exploring. As long as you come home, your travels are perfectly fine with me." And while Fox would not outright speak for Peregrine—they'd had that fight already—she had a pretty good feeling that he would agree with her thoughts on the matter. Wildfire was doing more good than harm, so long as she didn't get herself into too much trouble.

Fox shook her coat free of the rain that had gathered on it, even though it was in vain. The weather was dreary at best, and Fox was already looking forward to clearer skies… even if it meant snow and cold. She didn't like any one season better than the others, although rain was certainly her least favorite kind of weather. "So, Ms. Naturalist. When do you think this rain will let up?"