Little Goat Mountain and now it's only you that matters

He felt her sigh more than he heard her. Honestly, he fought to hear anything over the wicked whoosing of this crazy wind. He also felt her press closer to him, and despite the frigidness of the cold, he jittered more with the funny warmth only Arlette ever really made him feel.

A few more languished minutes in the driving snow, and then, they were inside. Finally. His teeth chattered within the tightness of his jaw, and wide eyes adjusted to the darkness here. The cave... well... the cave wasn't warm, but hey, at least it was dry. And, if they ventured a bit further, he bet he could even find a tighter nook to curl up in, and make warm by their bodies and breath, at least until the storm had passed -

"Hmm?" Kaito turned when Arlette spoke up from behind him; he had drifted a couple paces from her side, his own thoughts already running through the what-ifs and could-be's of the chambers farther down. With raised brows, he noticed the path of her eyes, and the trajectory of her paws, and he withdrew a step, in simple surprise, then stopped.

He took a second to sort himself, and huffed a little laugh. "I'd reckon there's no way to warm me up without getting you cold, too," a thin smile spread across his lips, and shook ever so slightly from the chill, "but the way you're picking off the ice feels nice."