"Can I please have a waffle? Can I PLEASE have a waffle??" Sonic rants to himself as he trudges through the snow, grimacing against the biting wind as a snowstorm begins to kick up. Not even ten minutes after waking up in a strange place, he's stripped of his powers, told to choose some sort of guardian to help him not freeze to death in sub-zero temperatures immediately, and then practically thrown into the frozen wasteland of a city without ANY pointers.
He can manage, of course, but when he fled to Earth it at least wasn't to someplace in the middle of a freaking snowstorm! He stays low to the ground, fur and quills and are those feathers he's growing in now all fluffed up against the unforgiving wind. This is SO not his day, and he kinda wants to curl up somewhere he can scream and curl into a ball or thrash around for a bit, but before he can really even think of doing that...
He needs to find shelter, and fast. Thankfully, it didn't take long in his wandering for him to spot a smoke trail. He focuses on it, and with a renewed sense of vigor starts trudging towards his apparent destination. Hopefully whoever is holed up by the campfire is friendly, and wouldn't mind sharing their shelter for a tiny bit? Just until the storm passes. Then he can figure out what the heck to do next...
The trail eventually leads him into a cave. It actually seems rather cozy. Caves were good. Burrows were better, but the cave probably had more space for stuff. Like a campfire! That tracks. Sonic can't help but let out an excited little whoop! as he approaches the entrance. Man, the storm is really starting to kick up... So, without further ado he blindly scurries inside with a hurried:
"HI! Sorry for the intrusion cave-person but I REALLY don't want to become a popsicle-- please don't be an grumpy bear that wants to eat me, I don't think I'd taste very good anyways-- I come in peace! I--"
He cuts himself off when he finally looks up and sees that the person tending to the fire... isn't a human or some strange fantastical creature but... another Mobian Hedgehog? He's still shivering from the cold, pausing in his attempt to rub feeling back into his hands and arms because... well. "Y- you're a hedgehog," He stammers out after a moment, a little faint, green eyes wide in a mixture of awe and-- fear?