Bitterroot had no opinion on the cold, and she had that lack of opinion very thoroughly. She didn’t mind it, she didn’t like it. It was there and although it tugged at her feathers, there was no use complaining about it. Nothing grated on her more than whinging about the weather. So she was very thankful that Artemis’s and Trace’s comments on the weather were limited to things like “No snow in hours. The tracks should still be good.” or “Might be fog t’night.” Practical concerns, thank Celestia.