A few times while Irene rested, she pulled the front door open to ensure she wouldn't get trapped during the snowstorm.
Unfortunately, in her exhaustion, she slept for several hours, and when she was ready to face the following day, it felt nearly impossible for her to break up the snow that had settled and eventually frozen overnight.
While she had noticed upon first arrival that there was another door behind Sammy's pen, from the outside, she knew that it would be even more impossible to get out of than the front door.
"We aren't trapped in here," she assuredly told the horse as she passed by his pen.
His tail swished in response. He seemed pleased to be indoors and in the warmth, so it didn't matter to him whether or not they left anytime soon, because he was enjoying himself and the old hay that was there. Even though it was dry, he was still eating it every so often.
