Hushed Willows shelter

At least he wasn't super full of himself, though he seemed to glow at the compliment. How dark colored wolves actually accomplished this, however, was another matter for another time. She, of course, mulled over this for about two-point-five seconds before it vanished into the recesses of her mind. She watched him, still wholly upside down, as he flicked snow her way. It landed right between her ears and melted instantly, the chilly water soaking her warm skin. "Y-yee, cold!" she squealed and shot a paw his way via extendo-leg to bap his face, and punish him for his transgression.

This was interrupted, of course, when he went on to explain just why he was here; she'd forgotten, momentarily, how odd it was that a wolf had just strode up to her and struck up conversation like it was no big deal. Was it a big deal? For a social butterfly like Moonbrook, not at all. Her lips curved into an oh shape until they made words happen, which resulted in more snow being shoveled into her mouth by his assault. 

"Plegh! What, wait. Hang on--" She smushed further into him as she readjusted herself so she wasn't laying on her back like a silly, wiggly worm. The she-wolf was, obviously, a very graceless creature by nature. That sorted, she leveled him with a Very Serious Look, which amounted to a weird mix of awestruck and overjoyed. "Really...?!" she squeaked out. "Do you mean it? Because, let's face it, it's cold as shit out here and I am 100% not cut out for this. I would do anything to help, seriously."