Brennan knew how easy it was to get lost in the snow, his mother had told him to hold on. If you did not, you could be walking next to someone and one white out later, they would be gone. He did not want to get lost any more than he wanted to lose her. With the snow storm getting worse, it was a possibility although they were unlikely to vanish into the wilderness in the short distance to her home. Mostly, he just wanted to hold her hand.
He followed his new friend up the steps and came in the door just after her. Following her lead he started to take off his outer layer of clothes, shedding his coat, hat and gloves quickly before leaning over to pull off his boots. His socks nearly came off with them, but he tugged them back on so he would not be too cold.
Something smelled delicious, and Brennan raised his head and breathed in deeply. His stomach rumbled in anticipation. He turned his attention to Imenry and enthused, "That smells good!" His own mother, as much as he loved her, was not much of a cook.