Herbalists' Cache westward leading, still proceeding

Radcliffe tucked himself under her, almost pushing up against her for warmth from the cold. He felt safe, protected. And with that, calmed and relaxed. He shivered at the cold, making a quiet noise of discomfort at the cold as he tried to huddle to one of her legs. Shivering head to tail. At her words, he glanced up. The touch to his paw made him flinch, pulling it back. Radcliffe looked at her with a childlike curiosity. Before putting his paw forth again, as it had given him some more comfort. "C-Cold...hurt" was all he murmured quietly.