Otter Creek brass knife sinks into my shoulder

It was cold in those mountains!

That didn't bother Dusty. He told himself it didn't bother him, anyway. And his pelt was getting thicker with the turn of the weather. That had never happened to him before, but then again, the desert hadn't had much in the way of weather. Even their rainy season was hot, and usually not very rainy at that.

So he'd come down. Just for a little while! Only to find that there was frost on the ground down here as well.

Dusty was aghast and no small amount of concerned by the development. It seemed to him that winter was leaking out of the east, and down from the mountains as well. He had half a mind to go further west and test it, but he didn't want to stray too far from his friend in the hollow.

So he stayed in the foothills, splashing around in the creek in an attempt to capture himself a fish & chip lunch.

@Meridian