"It's....cold," said Rosa after a moment, pointing and flexing her foot to shoo away whatever was sniffing at it. And Arlo 2, who had seemed to have gotten comfortable and cozy in the crook of Rosa's neck, sensed the other dog and got excited, scrambling up, scratching Rosa (which thankfully didn't hurt because of all the layers), and smacking her in the face with her tail (which did kind of hurt because she was pretty sure her cheek was frostbitten now).

And then leaped up out of the snowbank, no problem, to say hello, hello, hello.

Leaving Rosa to grunt, wondering if Arlo 2 could have pulled that off the whole time or if she was only able to finally get out at Rosa's expense.

"And, yes," she added, though it pained her so, "I would like some help."

Two arms shot out of the Rosa-shaped hole expectantly.