"Yeah!" He calls back in easy, quick response. Whoever she is, she doesn't deserve to be killed by snow. What? It could happen. People were killed by fog not so long ago, okay. He puts nothing past this place. "I'm near the edge of the town!"

Part of him would rather stay here, stay stationary and still because what if he gets lost, too? She needs something solid to work toward, right? But what if she can follow his voice? Who knows exactly how far away she is. In hearing distance doesn't exactly mean she's close. He bites his lip and hopes he might see evidence of her soon, and decides if he doesn't... he'll just have to venture out into the white and try to find her.