The Heartwood I've been cold, I've been merciless

She listened to him talk about his favorite part of the day, her ears flicking in the direction of whatever noise that caught her attention. She rolled so that she was lying sternally, and met his gaze as he talked about his home some more. She smiled and wagged her tail when discussed birds and hares. It made her think of the roadrunners she used to chase back home. 

"The nights where I come from are lively, as well, but quite a bit warmer." She grinned before adding, "I think I would freeze to death where you come from." She definitely was not accustomed to the cold and wondered how she would fare the winter here. It may not be as cold as where her friend was from, but it was much colder than the winters in the south. Surely, she would have a pack and warm place to sleep by winter, though.