I Feel... Cold

Dagrún scrambled after the boys. As interesting as the trip was the farther north they went the colder it got and she stopped enjoying the trip shortly after passing the mile-high woods. "Are we there yet? My feet are cold!" She was wishing now she'd wrapped some hide around her paws but she had no idea it was going to be this cold or she wouldn't have bothered going after them. Though she had to admit the snow was beautiful, especially with the sun rising up in the sky and sending it all to sparkling. When they arrived at the ice bridge she hung back for a bit, eyeing it suspiciously. "Probably not too long, surely somebody would have noticed it before."