The previous night had been spent a little closer to the group then Cheedo really preferred but still on the outskirts. She tried to keep a low profile around them, she'd heard their whispers and knew what they thought of her. It was best she kept her distance from them for her own safety especially since Mitt couldn't always be there to protect her. When she woke up and looked outside of the little shelter she'd made herself Cheedo was not expecting so much snow to have fallen overnight. She grumbled irritably at the fact she had to go out looking for something to eat in it. The first step she took...Her leg sunk into the snow half way up her foreleg and she knew that this was never going to go well.
With a huff of frustration Cheedo set out across the tundra in search of her breakfast. The surprise of the snow had taken her mind off her symptoms. The further she got in her journey the scent she now carried started to bother her once again. It went bad from there as the other symptoms returned and it occurred to her that the deep snow could be good for something. It was as the hint of Whitestone reached her that she stopped to rest. She recognized the scent as the one Mittani carried on his pelt. Laying down in the snow she rolled with her feet in the air the cold helping to relieve some of the burning just under her skin. She hoped the snow would also take care of the scent as well but Cheedo knew better.