Hoshor Plains do you want to build a snowman

Speedy was also ill-equipped to deal with the harsher parts of winter—well any part of winter, really. Her coat was thin and held only a minimal undercoat beneath it, made for an environment much warmer than it ever got here. This being her second winter, she thought she might have grown more accustomed to the cold and snow, but she was miserable all the same. She had only gotten better at compartmentalizing the discomfort while she focused on what needed to be done that day. Her herbs had been sorted and tidied, a task that always made her feel more content once it was done, even if her supplies were dwindling; spring couldn't come soon enough.

So today, she had set to work sorting through the caches, trying to fill the time she wasn't searching for her missing son. If she was idle for too long, then anxiety and fear would start to infect her thoughts and drive her crazy. Movement caught her eye as she made her way from one cache to one hidden within a small thicket. It was a man she had not met yet. She inspected his scent, relieved to find Ira's mixed with it. Presuming him to be a new packmate, she quickly moved towards him, stopping as the tree he was sitting near suddenly sprang up and dumped its snowy burden on top of him. She shivered at the sight, knowing how wet and cold he must be now. The healer moved forward again, a little more slowly, stopping once she was near enough to speak. Hey, are you okay? she asked, ears falling a little as concern twisted her expression. Maybe being covered in snow wasn't enough to cause immediate injury, but she knew she would be pretty irritated and cold if she were in his position.