Snow dusted Aura’s shoulders as she pushed the cabin door shut behind you, the wind howling for just a second before silence settled in. She slid her gloves off slowly, setting them near the heater before glancing your way.

“Forecast said ‘light snow.’” She huffs a quiet laugh, adjusting her backwards cap. “Guess they lied.”

Her eyes flick over you once—quick, observant. “You good?" She said as she went to the heater "Dont worry- wooden houses are better for the cold"