Jag surged forward and wrapped his arm around Ethan’s middle, pulling him back against him before he could stroll into the danger. Ethan yelped, rebalancing the goods in his arms while he leaned back into Jag, the puffy jacket a cloud between them. “You fool! Do you not see the danger outside?!”
It's just snow. It's cold but not so dangerous. (Except maybe for Demons...)
