"Plenty warm." He said lightly. "You must have a fire in you. That would explain quite a bit, too."

Ataline laughed a little. "That, I might agree with," she said teasingly. She easily got up and stretched, then collected her blanket, shaking the snow off it.

Strider grinned. "A lovely fire at that." He grinned widely, obviously teasing her.

Ataline smirked and gave him a dry look, shaking her head after a moment. She folded up the blanket and easily pushed it into her pack. Then she whistled for Geoff. The horse trotted over from a little ways away and easily nudged her, happy that morning.

Tug and the foal were aroused by that whistle too and trotted over. "I've got to give a name to this little prince." Ranger said easily.

Ataline smiled a little and nodded. "He will need one," she said calmly. "Any ideas?"

"None what so ever. He galnced to the little colt as it cautiously licked his hand. "He is a little explorer."

Ataline smiled a little. "Maybe some ancient explorer's name then?" she suggested.

Strider sighed. "True true..." He whispered. "Strider. The II." He laughed a little.

Ataline laughed a little. "You're not ancient," she teased.

"I sure feel that way." He laughed. "Do you have any ideas?"