It's not like there's a lot that Sam can say to that. It is really cold and if there's snow coming, he can't be caught out in the open like this. He had been hoping to make it to the local flock before the weather turned, but it sounds like it would have been a waste of a trip.

Assuming this dragon can be trusted, at least.

Sam sighs, resettling his pack on his back before walking to the cave and stepping in, looking around with no little wonder. The dragon speaking, though, snaps him back to reality and he turns to set his pack down. "That...that would be great. I mean, I have a blanket in my pack, but I wasn't expecting the temperatures to drop quite so dramatically this early in the season."