[Rachel's not far off, and had been packing together a small horde of snow bunnies when she notices him. Kind of hard not to, when when his black fur sticks out stark against the white of the snow, whereas she was a bit on the smaller side even for a fourteen-year-old and wearing mostly white. She holds her breath for a long moment, looks around, then brushes her snowy mittens on her pants before slowly creeping over. She stops again several feet away, half crouched and voice gentle.]
two!
Hey, kitty... Hi. Aren't you cold...?