Sc-sc-scene shawty, XD

Wouldn't fit, but also, maybe Riot would like to see her try. Gleaming eyes in the low light, narrowing slightly but... maybe she'd relent. Iscariot is tired, though she was too proud to admit it. Too proud to admit that the cold has rattled her bones, has zapped the energy from her. Too proud to admit that she's wilting, the journey long and tumultuous.

As the dirt kicks up, Iscariot growls... voice breaking to a whimper. She's still damp, and the dirt will only cling to her coat. Wiggling a bit further from the foxhole, head and shoulders exposed, belly down on the ground. "I noticed, fucking wasteland up here." Iscariot is all grumbles and teeth, shivering violently as she's unraveled herself and moved into the snow.

"Covering me in dirt is more punishment for you than for me," okay that's only half true. Indignant, Iscariot tries to shake it from her damp fur once more. Scowling rather dramatically, though she's not wholly free of her hiding place.