Redhawk Caldera That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world

Clover didn't move to roll the snowball herself, so Fiadh closed the distance she'd left in short order and gave the ball another experimental shove with her neck. Her long tail swept jovially as it crawled forward, and she swung back around to her sister with a wide grin just in time for Clover to ask the most clever of questions. How big could a snowball get?

"I dunno!" chirped Fiadh, glancing back at it with a conspiratorial cock of her brow. "Maybe as big as the moon!" She envisioned the snowball becoming so great that they could roll the entire rendezvous site up into it, starting with the snow and then the bushes and finally the trees, and the beat of her tail increased even as her eyes glimmered with a similar light.

Calm down, imagination, this isn't Katamari.