Porcupine Ridge Curiosity killed the cat

Anwyl listened, nodding in understand as Kesan spoke. She had similar thoughts to his, but definitely not the same. She seemed pretty open as well, perhaps she'd make a good friend. Once again the female completely changed the topic, not really giving him a chance more to think. A snow fight? What's a- His train of thought was cut off as a bunch of icy mush came flying at his face. At first when it hit him, it was cold. But as it melted, it was colder. He leaped up, prancing on the frosty ground as he tried to warm himself up. The young silver boy stared at her in shock. How dare you? He thought, mouth agape.

But then he saw her own expression. She wasn't trying to be rude or anything, she was playing. Snow fights must be some weird game I guess. He shrugged, smirking back and losing his angry face. Anwyl grinned and decided to play along. This was his first real winter. So far he had had concluded that he didn't like snow. It made him trip when hunting and slow when sparring and cold all the time. But maybe this would change his mind about it. He shoveled his nose into the thick white powder and jerked it up in her direction, giving her bright orange pelt white tips.

He laughed, not sure how she'd react. He had just flung a lot of snow at her, maybe it wasn't such a good idea. He stood there staring at her intently, his tail wagging slightly and his ears perked. Whatever she rebounded with, he was ready.