Shadewood This cold might literally freeze my balls off

She smirked at him -- a full smirk that suggested she was going to tease him endlessly. "You're right, it's too cold to not be squished." She laughed softly, turning from him, glimpsing his reaction and starting to trot off in the direction of her den, her tail swishing merrily. 

When they reached her den, she turned back and pressed a kiss to him, "You first, then I won't get squished." Her eyes gleamed with joy, she was gonna get to cuddle! It meant warmth. The fox skin helped but it wasn't enough, not really. She'd tried everything and still on the worst nights she'd debated going to Laroche's den. The only reason she didn't was that she didn't want to push it; though now she wished she'd just gone anyway.