Niks clapped first at the catch then as the wolf found a carry both of the sticks. She had started to bend down to pick up a stick when the wolf seemed ready to find a new amusement. She stood, brows lifted in question. She could have played longer, not much longer. She did love the cold, but the outfit she wore was more for looks - or so parts of her were starting to say.
She looked down at the sticks before shrugging and settling in to follow the wolf wherever he might lead. Now and then she had to stop to pull some part of her dress or coat from the snow.
"This will teach me. Trying to be some silly snow queen, yes?" She was smiling though. She followed the wolf to a cabin and paused. It wasn't hers; she knew that much.
"Yours?" She motioned to the dwelling before looking down at the wolf. "It has a fireplace?" As if the wolf could tell her; perhaps in his way he could. She looked down at the coat, the bottom of which now a different color from the wet snow. Her boots, skirt, and tights were all soaked by now. She felt a little embarrassed that she might bring wet and cold into another person's home. Not that she said anything about it. Not yet.