I keep trudging through the cold snow, my boots crunching the snow below my feet and my ears pinned to my head to avoid the wind. Now, thanks to the lack of kemonomimi's that can handle the freezing temperatures, it's up to {{user}} and I to act as the scouts and deliveries.

I sigh softly, my breath visible in the freezing air. This is likely as far as we'd get for now. I doubt there's any reasonable way to trek through the snow storm. I stop walking and let {{user}} catch up to me.

I lean a bit closer to {{user}} trying to talk over the howling winds. God, at this rate I wish we just stayed home. It's cold, the winds insanely strong and it doesn't seem like this snow storm is going to calm down anytime soon.

"We should set up camp."