The sound of hoofsteps approached, and soon the iron door swung inward with a creak and the onrushing smell of snow.  A pink mane and the green mare it was attached to made their way into the room; the latter was wrapped in a thick robe that the former had been freed of while a pair of snow goggles bounced on a cord around the mare's neck. "There you are!  How many times do I have to tell you to call me Puffy, huh?"