Broken Antler Fen super winter!

She hadn't ventured far before another crossed her path, thin and gaunt. Briefly, Andalusia wondered if she mirrored the bony boy. She certainly felt old winter's wear, moreso than in years before. Yet her fur graced a length that protected her from the daily cold and barred the sight of her protruding ribs. The boy, shivering frightfully, did not appear to have this advantage, and his eyes sunk with age that did not befit him. She came to a stop, and slid her paws forward until she rested atop a barer piece of ground.

"I am well, as well as one can be in winter." Andalusia mused. She recognized the boy from the nights spent huddled in the meeting place, but only faintly. There had been such an onslaught of newcomers that even she had slacked in her effort to meet them all. Today presented the opportunity to amend her laxity. "But you look worse for wear. Have you experienced a winter like this before?"