Lia obeys. Truly it is too cold not to do so and she slides into the fur and brushes off what snow she can so it won't melt and stick to her flesh or damage anything else.

"I could get fire wood," Lia offers almost immediately because apparently the wolverine is trained to do tricks and Lia really should over to help a bit more. This is no natural frost, she is becoming more and more convinced. Seeing birds frozen so stiffly only confirms it to her. "Will they live if they thaw?"

Because, certainly, birds that solid and frozen in France would not survive even if you brought them inside over a fire. The meat would be bad too, but Lia wisely doesn't think to mention that as well.

"I must say I had hoped I left winters of this magnitude behind. It appears that is not the case." She only has to hope that spring will arrive in truth and in short order.