Anders snorts at the question, looking around. "No, no. Nothing like that. There are far too many bears. Every person must die, but I refuse to die by bear."

He makes a turn as he finally finds the path that's buried under snow. It doesn't make much of a difference, really, except that there won't be any hidden holes on the short-enough way up.

"No, I've been at Skyhold. With the Inquisition. Just as cold, but fewer large, ravenous animals. Thus far. You? Redcliffe?"