Wolfwood opens the door and oh god that snowbank is moving—

Oh, wait, no, it's just Moder who's been covered head to toe in snow since it's blizzarding outside. She turns her head to look at him (she is blocking the door), then takes her handibles and scoops him back inside.

"I am afraid the weather is too inhospitable for little ones. Be at ease with Irene's fire, little wolf."