It would be quite the strange conversation for someone to eavesdrop on, if they happened upon the boy and the fox in the snow. As it stands, though, they are (apparently) alone, and until Lena gets distracted and pouncy at a snowdrift somewhere to the side of them, Mateo persists in trying to free her (even if she isn't even remotely stuck - he can't help himself).
"Oh!" he chirps as she starts to excitedly dig in the spot she'd captured, the boy schluffing through snow to get beside her again, reaching down to scoop it away and help to unearth their treasure. "I wish I had fur," he remarks with a soft chuckle, his knuckles and fingers turning pink and chapped with the cold.
"Oh!" he chirps as she starts to excitedly dig in the spot she'd captured, the boy schluffing through snow to get beside her again, reaching down to scoop it away and help to unearth their treasure. "I wish I had fur," he remarks with a soft chuckle, his knuckles and fingers turning pink and chapped with the cold.
