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Christof's eyes narrowed, his expression keeping it's sour edge as he signed, "Am-sure-Riley-and-Dragon-can-handle-them-all."

Calder huffed, looking back as Amrita and Barth were telling him to just let things be. "But...But....it's just a simple question!" He just wanted to know why Christof though when he decided to flip the sled his friends and his master were in. "And what about ....I mean I was under....." He puffed his cheeks, and crossed his arms about his chest, which then lead to him crossing them back around his stomach. "Fine!" Things were very much not fine, but no one seemed to think it was important.

Instead, he found a blanket and flopped down, soon being welcomed by the puppies once more. At least they were here for him...and warm.....


Calder started to lean, very much looking as if he was getting ready to take a nap again.

The hunchback gave a whine as his attempts to load the sleigh were thwarted, finally stalking forward. Asking nicely while Calder was being like this was not going to get them moving any faster. He could have explained his rash actions earlier with that alibi, come to think of it.... Bah. Fine. Everyone on the damn sled. He grabbed the kelpie by the back of his jacket to wrench him up onto his feet and immediately dragged him towards the sled. He would throw him in if need be.

((AUGH CATCHUP POST AUGH XD))

A lot of things had happened all at once, seemingly, but the thing that had really hit the plague doctor hard - in the metaphorical sense, thank Jack for small mercies - was the fire.

The apparently rainbow-colored fire.

It was too much, really. The spectacle had sent Malodore into the nearest snowbank, where it had burrowed for safety within the snow's pale rainbow pastel embrace. It hadn't surfaced for quite some time... in fact, only now did a beak slowly poke out of the snowbank. A somewhat abashed and embarrassed beak, because wow was that ever an overreaction.

"Ah... hello?" it called out, sheepishly.

"Careful-" Barth said, wincing himself with the string of ows, and looking with wistful trepidation at the increasingly crowded sled.

There was a small noise to his left. ...Ah. "Hello, Malodore," He managed at the suddenly pointy snowbank. "...I didn't realize you were, err." Here. He looked at Riley again, and then back at Malodore. "Not burnt, are you? ...And Astra. Is there anyone else buried in the snow?"

At the sound of it's voice, the clump of blankets formerly known as Riley sighed in relief, and uncurled enough to poke her head out. Everyone seemed to be rallying around it as soon as it had been discovered, however, and true to form, Riley sulked in just a bit of jealousy. Jealousy marred with guilt, since, even she had to admit she hadn't been digging in the snow looking for it - she had assumed it had gotten away once the fire erupted.

Her mistake.

She sent out a wordless nudge of affection, before digging herself deeper into her covers again.

Christof had moved to help Barth sit up and get to the sled, not about to carry him as well, when Malodore had resurfaced. He glanced to where Riley and Jericho lay spooning, his brows furrowing as Mal seemed to either not notice, or not care.

His hand movements were stiff and slow- he knew Mal wasn't as practiced at sign language as the others, but hopefully could follow all the same, "Getting-out. Coming-with-us?"