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Kieran said nothing more about the topic, and just gave a smile to the older boy. It was no use bothering him about it, so the young prince didn't pressure him. Hawthorn had had a tough time anyway, he didn't need anything else to trouble him.

"A snowball fight?" He titled his head, then gave a wag of his tail. "Okay!" He barked in reply, then leapt to his paws. The snow crunched beneath him, and he began to push it with his little nose. It gathered into a little ball, and Kieran picked it up in his jaws before attempting to dump it on Hawthorn's head.