Man, must be really cold if you gotta wrap your tails too!

It started with an indignant "what?" from the Snowy Spinners. They understood the general problem that Nocturne had, and with less emphasis on the conflicting holiday, they had a plan.

So they found something that could use a linguistic expert. Nocturne. The first request was met with "send me a picture" - fortunately technology acted up a bit for them, courtesy of dialing down a comm tower's broadcast.

Further persistence that she should just come up got to the point where Nocturne's responses devolved into "Wrrrryyyyyy meee?"

At which point Molly remembered that Night Weavers are adapted for warm/hot subterranean areas. Nocturne was, thusly, very poorly adjusted for a permasnow region. When she did finally show up, jumping off the shuttle and running, her bundled form was quite the sight!