Managing to right himself better, Alvin pushed off the snow and held out a hand to help her up. "Absolutely nothing, I saw them coming and tried to make a quiet retreat, but clearly it did not work." He could feel the cold snow melting in his collar and running down his back quite uncomfortably. At least he had good, sturdy boots on and nothing had gotten in there. Cold, wet feet were the worst.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into it, accidentally." Who knew they would have given chase like that? Alvin was starting to think he was some kind of cursed when it came to creatures. They either flocked to him or tried to kill him. "May I get you a cocoa to make it up to you?" Standing back by the fires would help rid the limbs of the cold from the added snow.