[Jack was still working through some of the events of October and the marks that had left on him through November. Now this. He wasn't certain if his being at the farm was cursed or if he was just unfortunate lately. He shook his body in a weirdly satisfying experience, still rubbing his head and muzzle against Gabe, leaving behind white hair as he went.

He still tipped his head into the scritches and then stepped away to stretch. There was one nice thing being a big wolf and that was full body stretches. It cracked his back and his joints with such ease these days. It was just... everything else.]

Keeping your roof from potentially collapsing under the weight of snow. Figure more is coming soon.

[He sniffed at Gabe's feet, noting the paws and the familiar scent that he had come to associate with pack.] She seems like she would weather to snow well. Same with your dragon chickens. They don't seem to mind much.