Every bit as sated as you are, Mr. Fluffles wastes no time settling into her usual place in your arms... nestled with her head against your breast, and dozing off comfortably as you walk. Even after you and your companions step outside of the little sanctuary and back into the cold.<br/><br/>Luckily, the walk from the coldest part of the mountain is fairly quiet, and soon the winds are replaced by a beautiful- if still very chilly- afternoon view. The only sound for miles, it seems, is the sound of snow crunching beneath your party's boots...<br/><br/>Until Mr. Fluffles' eyes spring open, and her little ears twitch rapidly...<br/><br/>"L-is-ra...." She squeaks, straightening. "Someth-"<br/><br/>And about mid-word, the enchantment that had anthropomorphized her wears off, and you're holding your fuzzy little doom-bunny in your arms once more.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Can you shoot me a perception check, please?</div></div>