Wheeling Gull Isle the lake is frozen over; trees are white with snow

She registered his discomfort almost immediately, frowning as she turned to look him over, silky fur sent every which way by the gale. Maegi wasn't so happy out here, either, but the cold kept her awake. Alive. Should she hunker down into a den, she may never emerge, even when the sun kissed the earth at the birth of spring.

Wanna take a walk? she asked, cocking her head. Or a run? Might get our blood pumping, keep us warm.

Maegi wasn't good for much more than a stumbling lope over the sand, but she hated seeing her husband unhappy. Forgetting the oyster, she stepped out of the water and drew alongside him, shaking out each paw to try and dry herself off. 

Miserable weather. She hoped it turned soon.