The determined figure marching out into the woods catches and holds Tuo's drowsy attention, and when the young man notices him and waves, he lifts up a hand to wave in response. Apologies, Finian--he'd be more sprightly under other circumstances.

"It seems I am here until further notice," he replies, his tone as light and bemused as is possible for one who has just worked himself ragged shovelling an impressive amount of snow. He turns his gaze up towards the milky grey cloud cover, squinting a little. "Winter came early for your little village, this year."