The continuing onslaught of snowfall made it hard to see where he was going but he and Howell both knew the Glen. Could traverse it blindfolded, more than likely. He thought they would do all right.

"I think that is a possibility. We could try and melt through the snow or dig it out which might be the safer option." Even if a dragons hide was thicker and would be impervious to magic used to melting snow - it would still be something annoying to them. And an annoyed dragon was no ones friend. Except maybe Howells.