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

Maegi's invitation earned a small huff from Mou, pulsing from his puffed cheeks and making very little sound.

They had traveled a lot to end up here on the island and Mou wasn't interested in wandering across old vistas only to feel the absence of those he cared for; he was thankful to have this space of course, to be given a home here, but it wasn't the same as before.

—Or a run? Might get our blood pumping, keep us warm. Maegi went on to say, stepping away from the shelled food rather than worry at it.

Mou hummed, side-stepping to make room for her. He continued to move and snake around her, then pressed his nose softly against her cheek. Following that Mou raised his head and draped it over Maegi's shoulders like a pony playing with their stable door.

Or... Other t'ings, if yeh cold. He ruminated, the corners of his lips twisting in to a smile — almost coy.