Another Day, More Snow & Ice!

Eria had been struggling, feeling like she wasn't moving and getting nowhere fast. Now, as she again tried to push herself out, she began to feel the grip loosen from the snowy pile. She had heard a voice on the other side of the pile and her body tensed. A brief introduction and the sound of another set of paws nearby caused the black-and-blue furred beauty to panic. Eria didn't know who it was that was digging at the pile, making her mind race. She hoped it wasn't someone who knew the wolves from her past, let alone a close friend of theirs. The memories that flashed in her head caused her to get angry and she gave one final tug.
That tug, along with Luana's helpful digging, caused her to do another set of summersalts. Eria finally stopped at the previously owned iceberg and her back met with its cold face. Sprawl-legged and confused, Eria shook her head and raised a paw to her crown. As she had rolled, snow had collected in her fur and clung to it like she was velcro. After regaining focus in her eyes, she looked up and realized that there was a white fae next to the now broken pile of snow. Immediately, her mind flashed back to the wolves, and her defenses set in. Her eyes narrowed, her upper lip curled, and she slowly rose to her legs with hair standing on her hackles. Her claws flexed, they clung to the ground as she walked and her tail stood on end. Focusing on Luana, she growled and made to approach her in that stance. After a few steps towards her, something happened.
Just as fast as her defenses had been raised, they came down. Eria was halfway between the iceberg and where Luana stood before she coiled into a ball. A soft whimper escaped Eria as she brought her tail beneath her and between her legs. A searing cold was spreading in her inner ear, temporarily freezing on the hairs that were within. Her hind legs rose and she started to act like she was scratching an area near her head. The answer was evident to her actions after a minute: Eria had snow in her ears! The poor thing's ears were packed to the edge and she hadn't realized it. Now, she shook her head and scratched her head on either side before the snow dislodged itself and flew everywhere. Snow still clung to her pelt, but some had fallen off in the change of actions. Bleary-eyed, she raised her head and looked at her rescuer. Slowly, she sniffed the air with flattened ears and her eyes widened. The stranger's scent wasn't familiar, wasn't of those wolves...she had misjudged a good Samaritan. Guilt immediately washed over her and she said softly, "I'm...I'm sorry for that. I thought...you were...well, never mind." Rising to all four paws, she took a few tentative steps towards her and the pile and politely dipped her head. "Will you forgive me?"