Weather the weather

Unfortunately, as Charlie predicted, leaving the den the next morning had him and his companions heading right into a blizzard. The cold bit at his nose and paws. Blind seemed at peace in the snow, but Trill was struggling. The poor bird barely held onto Beau as he passed along. They would need to find shelter… and shelter was found accidentally. He would slip below the earth, his breath leaving him in a burst as he caught himself. He heard Blind a moment later and looked at her. Well, at least they were out of the blizzard. But… was this cavern safe? "Think anyone else is here?" His nose was so cold and runny he couldn't smell a thing.