Stone Circle Breathing in the snowflakes

Remy had taken short jog to the meat cache, picking a strip of meat to take back to his den, when he saw the same colored femme from the borders. He sent out a bark to the woman to let her know that he was near, then approached the shivering mess with slow steps. You alright? he asked, eyeing her over for any clear signs of hypothermia, It's getting pretty bad out here. You don't have a den? Despite them being fairly near to one another, Remy had to yell to feel as though he was being heard. If she didn't have a den, then perhaps his own could serve as a temporary home. It was surely large enough, after all.