Stay Frosty

Darsha stayed were he was, he was to tired to move and to cold to say anything. He could tell the weather was only getting worse and he wondered why the hell he was even there. The female was gone for a while and Darsha considered just walking out and taking his chances, decisions, decisions. But before Darsha could even make a choice she came back with a smile that made Darsha angry, wishing he had the a the to smile. She brushed past him and into the back of the den as she asked him to come back there. Darsha lay there for a moment as he weighed his options, but decided to do as he was told. Standing shakily to his feet he slowly struggled to make he was over to her. Once he got over he lay on his side and looked at the lead bundles with a confused expression. Ignoring it he looked into the females eyes and cocked an Eyebrow. "What...are you doing?" He asked with his Italian accent.