Let's Go My Dear Watson!

Ashelia eyed the girl with mild yet dramatic disbelief. She looked around her, then an idea struck her. If it wasn't obvious already, maybe she'd play it off. "Well, I dunno. It's kinda cool in here if ya know what I mean." She giggled a little at her own dumb joke, then nodded. "Yes, I need help. My paws are stuck so I can't dig myself out! And my fur is getting soooaaakkkeeeddd!" She wailed dramatically. If her tail wasn't covered and pinned with snow, it'd be wagging and probably sending a flurry of snow everywhere. But as it was, her poor tail couldn't do that now could it?