Clarke wouldn't abandon the search for Bellamy if more were at risk, but it's only snow, so she does--because puppy. Their puppy. She waves away Lexa's hand--not unfriendly, but self-conscious, aware now that if Bellamy could be watching--and sits up on her own to watch Dally viciously attack Lexa's coat.

"Hendallen," she says, and reaches out to gently take hold of her tail. Not to pull her away from Lexa or draw her attention or do anything at all except hold her tail, watching her wiggle with exactly the terrifying degree of fondness someone with her protective instincts would feel toward a helpless and criminally adorable puppy. "Bellamy and I found her."