They woke up surrounded by a wall of snow, with the carcasses of the deer they had sheltered in, long gone cold -- the storm had moved them several yards away from Shiraishi and Asirpa, but Sugimoto could hear their shouts. "Sugimoto," Ogata said softly, and before he could reply, he was kissed, roughly and unfeelingly, and then pushed back into the snowbank, sputtering with indignation.

By the the time Asirpa and Shiraishi had found the two of them, they were at each other's throats -- as expected.