"They might not be in any shape to walk," Matt points out. "We might have to carry them." And if they are suffering from hypothermia, which seems... pretty likely, actually... getting them back to shelter is going to be a race against frostbite.

Still better than leaving them out here, though.

Harrow's steps are picking up, forcing the humans to hustle to stay within shouting distance, and though Matt will probably 'hear' it first, it's not long before the small, squat shape of some kind of storage shed looms up in the gloomy darkness. Snow's drifted heavily up against the door, and as soon as Harrow reaches it, he starts digging. Inside, Matt can hear two sluggish heartbeats.