Stefan could tell that Fenrir wanted to talk to him, but also seemed to not want to upset Tabitha. He'd been about to inform Tabitha that she shouldn't get used to treating Fenrir like he was her property, or maybe even threaten her with legal action, when the ram started talking about snow.
"...snow," Stefan repeated, skeptically. "...right. Well. That's...creative." He glanced towards the windows and frowned when the rain from earlier was now swirling flakes more akin to the snowfall they got in November, not August.