Harmony felt him do some sort of motion to help her stand up straight, but it was of little use. It was a natural reaction, to keep the cold out and the heat in. Leaning her body forward, she pushed her way through the oncoming storm, head bowed and paws struggling to find purchase on the slick ground. Little by little, bit by bit, she finally made it to the outcroping of trees a little after the male had. Shaking the rest of the mud and water from her dark pelt, she leaned against a tree from fatigue.