"Atchmon might've said he prefers the cold, but I've seen him shiver at night; and without fur covering his body, there's nothing to help him keep warm," Rarity then realized how hot she was underneath all her leather barding. She was still soaked from the river, but the covering kept her nice and toasty; which made Rarity feel guilty. Here she was,  well off with food and protection, while Atchmon likely drowned--or worse--was shivering uncontrollably, and catching his death of cold. 