Ko-Ga had found something. And because Ko-Ga could speak (still a novelty Nate was adjusting to, some days, and now he'd starting having dreams where the bird offered cryptic advice framed in atrocious puns), well, because Ko-Ga could speak, he had informed Nate that it was a sulking damsel limping around the countryside collecting obscure objects.

Nate wasn't sure whether he preferred it when his friend was limited to caws and the vague imitations of animal noises.

But it certainly seemed worth investigating, as day by day new refugees stumbled in from the cold to shelter by the flame, and he'd taken it upon himself to help the ones that had need of it.

She wasn't too hard to find. Especially with Ko-Ga's eyes above. Nate followed the shuffling imprints in the snow, and then circled upwind and put himself into potential view long before he was close enough to give too much of a fright. Hopefully.

With the offer of a wag, he made an approach. Afternoon, Ma'am.

Wow. She really did look like a wreck.