"Snow is cold and terrible." He wasn't sure how he survived this last winter without a half-dozen warming charms and winter coat that made him look twice as big.
"My name isn't Wolf. Nor is it Ford." Casting a surreptitious feather-light charm on his uninvited companion, Thorne started down the road. "Tell me when we find Grandma's house. Or your house. Whatever. Or I'll let you trespass on the first house we come across."