make a mark, plant a flag

Hallelujah! He had seen the light. Her nose was running and she could feel frost at the ends of her fur. The bitter wind brought tears to her eyes and made her steps uncertain. This was his journey, and she had only ever been along for the ride. Huddled under his bear skin with him wasn't doing enough anymore to keep they warm. They needed a cave out of the wind and some vigorous exercise - just to make sure the blood still flowed to every inch of them. Her delicious smile was hidden my the cold gale, but she placed a paw over his. A gesture to say she had understood and agreed. She didn't bother trying to waste her breath, knowing her quieter tones would only be lost.

She started to turn, knowing he woukd join her in the movement. She made sure she didn't lose her place under his bear cover, and that her cat - miserable and huddled in his fur - was still breathing. It was time to get out of here. Having their backs to the wind helped make breathing a little easier, and she dared to speak. "After we get out blood pumping and sleep off the cold, we should see if we can find one of those deer creatures for an interesting breakfast!" She shouted his way to be heard. Which, of course, took away most of the purr and underlining tones.