Hideaway Strath with the bitter salt of blood

She watched as he dug his way back out of the mound of snow, offering an answer to her question: he was not stuck. From his next words, it seemed he had no real reason for being there other than it looked enticing. It was an odd use of time. She couldn't remember the last time she had done something just because it looked fun. She had many things to worry about, children to prepare for, a pack whose members, or at least a good chunk of them, didn't want her here. So she was silent at first, her expression blank as she processed his words.

Then she gave him a slow nod. I see, she answered cryptically. I like the snow too, she finally continued. She really had enjoyed the winter so far, save for some of the harsher storms of the last month. The chilly air was nice and the snow made things more beautiful. So, basically, she could understand where he was coming from. 

I'm Simmik, she offered. You must be new here.