Despite their days of travel Wiflor was still of her winter coat, having shed more then enough on the way to the tower before in order to have it set in comfortably.  The bitter cold that began as a nip in the air was so little to her and the sense of snowfall was not too poor a thought.  The snowflakes dropping and the wind pushing would often leave the wagon veering a bit off course, many wagons and horses to be had by Atticus in his direction yet only their old wagon and mule on their path to Faladin.  However each time Cyrus tried to get it back on track Wiflor would help, giving it a gentle nudge and time after time it would force the wagon and at times the mule on the right course.  Indeed she'd happily give such help until the storm kicked up.<br/><br/>It was true that the hard winds should of caused chaos and even for Wiflor it was true, her thick fur often getting blown upward and catching every billow of snow only for it to melt and reach a frigid temperature.  This caused a not so happy Wiflor to hurry, rushing into the cave ahead of Cyrus and giving no aid in bringing the wagon inside.  Even in the dark cave she didn't have much trouble navigating, immediately finding the best spot behind a rock outcrop in order to hide from the wind and lick off the excess moisture less she truly freeze.   Dragons and Griffons, Werewolves and Snow, it all wasn't a problem for her.  However there was also only so much she could handle, drying herself out in the best way she could.<br/><br/>Watching Cyrus bring in the wagon she'd also notice him going right back outside into the storm.  The moment he ran off she'd watch from behind her outcropping, staring at the snow as it found it's way in.  Why was it he went out?  She wondered this until he returned, carrying with him the burnables that could be found in nature.  Another thing she noticed however was his body.  His shivering almost to convulsion before her eyes.<br/><br/>Noting this she'd rise out from her little hidden spot of the chamber, watching as he began making a fire and setting up the sleeping materials.  As he did so she'd sneak out in silence, acting the ghost as she had once before in the tower and quickly returning to the storm.  As he worked she'd be gone and it wouldn't be until he finished the fine detail of setting the bedding that sounds would come from outside.  Something of bulk was making it's way closer and closer, brushing and cracking along until making it to the mouth of the cave.  Then a large mass would come into view.  Sizely, round and whatever it was it would seem too large to fit inside.<br/><br/>A few yards from the cave it would stop and reveal itself to be a boulder, Wiflor walking around with a thick branch at her maw that's twigs were dragging along the ground.  Taking it out from her mouth she'd throw it inside before digging her claws and hands through the stone of the boulder, dragging it closer until it sealed up a large portion of the cave.  Openings still allowed the smoke of the flame to escape however beyond that Wiflor's motions were not about keeping the snow out.  In an instant she was running to the fire and coming near to it, scratching off literal sheets of ice and loose fur that had built up.  A body well heated kept melting the snow, but bitter winds froze it right back up instantly after and sapped her of her warmth.<br/><br/>Though it wouldn't last long.  After a few minutes she'd remove most the ice and a few minutes after that she'd of used her rough tongue to clear off the excess moisture for the most part.  Within eight minutes in total she'd already be warmed up and quickly coming near to the shivering Cyrus, bothering to hold around him to share the warmth she was quickly gaining after the little endeavor.