I've got me a shovel and I'm digging a ditch

Her words sank in and the male paused, head hanging so low that his nose nearly touched the snow below him. Of course she was right, for him to jump in blindly was no just cause -- it was foolish. What if he became injured? Motif was expecting any time now, his wife not far behind that. Bass let out a shuttering sigh, his breath bouncing off the sheet of snow and back up in his face with an icy touch. "You're right, you're right." He said, his chest deflating as he stood stalk still. Raising his head he looked over to her, golden eyes clouded with emotion. "What do you propose we do?" It was obvious that she was a more rational thinker than Bass was, who would jump in paws first if it meant protecting those he loved. But his Aunt was thoughtful, calculating, and she knew more about this Jupiter than he did. Falling to his rump once more, he looked to his aunt for advice, on what he could do to help them. Sitting around wouldn't be an option for him, he had to do something.