"Yeah, well, fuck you too!" She called after them before turning on foot and beginning the process of shedding her clothes into a pile under the tarp so they could stay dry. She'd probably need them again and wet clothes were a death sentence.
A few moments later she was a bear again and flopped down before the fire and dropped her head against her paws trying to ignore the cold. She was mostly ok, but even polar bears weren't made for this kind of cold. And as the sun disappeared it got cold.
She fell asleep quickly, still exhausted from pulling the load that day. Her soft bear snores felt louder as they bounced off the ruin walls.
And she slept.
She slept until the wind picked up, seemingly without warning, and she blinked awake to realize the fire, and she, had been covered by a foot of snow.
Shit.
She shivered and turned to look at the tent that was quickly getting buried. Without thinking, she padded over and started digging around the entrance and the sides that were most in danger. Gods she hoped the little bit of roof was strong enough. The wind was blowing so strongly now that the snow was almost horizontal.
But there wasn't anything she could do anymore. She'd have to keep displacing the snow, but for now? She curled up protectively in front of the tent in a desperate attempt to keep the area clear and warmer for her weak humanoid companion and her cat.