Across the icy lithosphere, his carcass smoothly ingressed towards her. He held his pate bent at and angle and steam arose from his tear-drop breathers. Gingerly he placed each piston to bare his weight, so as not to slip upon the glassy ice that sat beneath the snow in some places. A sweet nicker was emitted from his hollow jugular in her direction. Did she like the new home? He didn't want to ask her yet, for he could see the shivers that racked her bodice. But he had a surprise for her. He tilted his head and motioned for her to follow him. He waited to see if she would come.