A pirate's life for me

Brr cold, brr cold, brr cold! Sparrow hopped around and as soon as she saw the caves, she made a bee line for them, trying to touch the snow as little as possible as she jump-hopped through the space between her and the blessed shelter. She bounded into the entrance and shook her coat for possibly a solid minute to free it from the powdery fuckery people called snow. She then gnawed on her toes to break the ice clusters free and to hopefully give her paw pads a chance to thaw out before she had to brave the freeze again.

It took a while, but when she was at least somewhat done, Sparrow stood and took stock of her surroundings. Caves. Yup. It was a cave. No bear or other creature scent around except- oh hey that was a fresh wolf smell. Sparrow threw on a dumb face and called into the tunnel, "Heeeey, anyone heeeere?"