Heron Lake Plateau And Robbie likes his country tunes

Almost as soon as she'd delivered her winter storm warning, Tegan shouted at her as he crossed the distance between them. She regarded him with a straight, level gaze as though to infer that she wasn't going to repeat her message for the sake of answering his very redundant question. Her expression faded from agitation to warm welcome though, once she felt she'd made her point- using her facial expression alone- and she moved toward him, greeting him with a low growl and nipping at his shoulder as she moved alongside him. To his question, she gestured toward the shrubs and bushes in the thicket which were covered with a layer of hoarfrost so thick, their branches couldn't even be seen. 

"I'm not sure. Not likely, this far inland," She said. "But if I were to hazard a guess, there's going to be a blizzard sometime soon and things are going to get nasty." She said. While the weather wouldn't necessarily hurt them directly- after all, it was just wind and falling snow- it would make travel much more difficult, and would thus make hunting even harder. If freezing rain fell then even their caches would be harder to access. "Gonna get a fair amount of snow, which is garbage," She commented. She was, after all, supposed to travel in two days- and that was assuming that Artaax would even be able to meet her. Their plans might not come together after all, and she resented that fact.