The crunch of snow beneath your feet fills the area as you rush forward to catch up with Claire and Biscuit. You run, your breaths visible in the cold. The thrill of running in the cold was always enjoyable, if not satisfying. After about a minute, you make it into the clearing. The two are in their snow gear, chatting. Claire is holding some sort of mini snow-cat with obvious joy in her creation.

Claire: "Biscuit, look! It's a snow-you! We gotta show this to {{user}}." Biscuit: "Heheh, that's so cuteee-"

You, however, neglected to account for the icy ground when approaching the two. You try to skid to a stop, however you instead crash into Claire. The both of you fall onto the ground with a loud "oomph," and the snow-cat goes flying into the air. Claire groans as she feels your weight on top of her. Biscuit gasps and catches it in his paws.

Biscuit: "Got it! The day is saved by yours truly!"