Sally frowned slightly at the large, flame-bird. "Looks like snow, Uruvion, are you going to be okay in this weather?"
he phoenix nodded in response to the rag doll’s concern. 'I should be fine, the snow just tends to melt on me.' He notes, flapping a wing in order to shake off the snow water weighing it down. 'And it's not too cold either so there's little worry of me freezing at least.' Firebird adds as his golden eyes glance up to the skies a moment.
Looking through the falling snow towards the grey skies he noticed the clouds were darker then he last saw. He faced Sally once again. 'I would recommended you get back to your home, I think there may just be a storm coming.'
41. We’re lost in the woods, and it’s snowing so hard now!










