Saintkit didn't have much experience with snow before this, truth be told. He was so young that all of his traveling done with his parents had been before the winter season, and they hadn't gone anywhere near the mountains, either. In fact, for the first few days after the snowstorm struck, the orange kitten refuse to emerge from the temple, far too frightened to even attempt going out into the snow. He didn't know what it was, or what to expect from it. All he knew was that he had nearly been buried in it, his entire body had felt as though it was freezing from the inside out. Unfortunately, the boy knew he couldn't stay within the temple forever. Not only did he feel bad making others get him food while he hid inside, but he couldn't help protect The Pitt if he just stayed cooped inside all day, either. So, reluctant as he was to try and brave the snow, Saint had eventually pushed himself up to his paws, slipping out the front door and down the steps of the temple. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though he would be alone.

He blinked his purple gaze in surprise when he caught sight of the structure that Jack had made, his muzzle hanging open for a moment in shock. Despite not going out for a while, he knew that hadn't been there the last time he had peeked outside. It was made of the very thing that had made Saintkit petrified for the last few days, but... he still found himself intrigued by it. After taking a deep breath to steel his nerves, the kit raced down the last few stairs of the temple's incline, ignoring the way a chill ran through him as he stepped out onto the proper ground. His fur was spiked up enough to show that he was somewhat perturbed, but he was determined to look strong in the face of this. He focused his attentions on Jack instead, raising his head to look up at the other as he called, "You... you're Jack, right? You helped Aine and I when the snowstorm hit... did you make this out of that stuff? How?" He really did sound amazed, half wanting to reach out and touch the structure, and half petrified of what would come of it. Would his paws end up frozen?

As the other introduced himself, Saintkit found himself relaxing, his fur flattening and his heart slowing from its former rapid pace. It didn't seem as though his paws were going to freeze to the structure, so he pressed ahead with more determination, a grin on his muzzle. As the stiff snow shifted and poured over his paws, Saint purred cheerfully up at Jack, "It's, uh, it's nice to meet you properly, Jack! My name's Saintkit. Aine is... Aine is kinda like my mom, so we were both really glad when you helped us." He stumbled over his own words as he spoke, his attention solely on the structure of snow in front of him, and the way it shifted as he wiggled his paws. Briefly, he wondered if he could make such a thing one day – although, he obviously didn't have the powers that Jack had at his disposal. The boy's ears then perked up as he heard Jack's question, looking up at dragon sitting atop his tower of ivory. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to respond, considering how little experience he actually had with the season. After all, he had only lived through one winter thus far, and his opening experiences hadn't exactly been stellar.

He looked down briefly, purple gaze focused on the snowy ground below him before he stated firmly, "Well... I guess I think of the holidays first, since this was my first year ever celebrating them! But I also think of the snow, too. It didn't give me the best first impression, though... I'm sure I'd like it more if it had just been a little dusting, instead of a huge blizzard..." The blizzard had been a truly horrifying experience for the young feline, although he liked to think that he had bounced back somewhat strongly. After all, he'd only had one nightmare about the experience, and he didn't think he'd react the same way if it happened again – just freezing up, waiting for the snow to devour him. For now, Saintkit shook off those memories, refocusing his attention on Gael – since Dante was evidently being a negative Nancy. Offering Gael a crooked grin, Saint questioned the ardent curiously, "Hi, Gael! Uh... what do you think of, when you think of winter? Do you think of snow too?" Surely Gael would have more insight than he, considering the other had been living for far longer than Saintkit had.