He waited for her to get in before hurrying in himself, slamming the door shut and leaning against it. Not that it made him any warmer, but there was symbolism to him shutting the cold out. Or trying to. Looking around the cabin as he tucked his hands into his armpits, stomping the rest of the snow off his shoes as he tried to see if there was any wood conveniently piled up for them to burn.

Nope, of course not. That would be way too easy. Grumbling to himself, he went and picked up the blanket, the fur tickling at his fingers as he went over to where she was at the window and moved to drape it over her shoulders. "Here. You need to keep warm." Looking out the window, his face turned grim. "Sure would have been nice if they'd mentioned that this might happen."