She had come with a thick scarf and her usual faded jeans, that now layed on the ground besides her. It would be awful if those got wet in such a cold.
Luna and Stash were safe at home, not that needy of her milk already. The two growing pups were left with Seymour's and Saw's caring eyes, so the female wasn't worrying that much. Still, duty would call sooner or later, and she would be forced to leave the festival a bit sooner.
With the thoughts of a warm fire and food, she went to the riverbend. The water shooted cold into her muscles, causing a chill from all her body. Her mane had grown longer with time, falling fairly at her shouldes; not the enough to protect her from the inner cold. With a trembling sigh of distaste of the temperature, she held her breath and dove the head in the cold water. Repeating the process more six times, she got out, fully wet, water dripping from the thick fur. It didn't help when the cold was inside, just like she thought.
Quickly, her legs moved her to the pile of blankets and furs nearby. Her shaking hands had trouble to envolve the slender body, drying it up. Even thought it was a fine spiritual experience, she was glad it was over already. Then, following Dawali's orders, she went to him 'So coooold...!' She mouthed to him, causing him to giggle.