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

Clover was right, of course. If there was one thing their litter was known for, it was never giving up on any pursuit. Fiadh was no different from the rest of her siblings in that respect, and had even already decided they were going to roll the ball when she offered the suggestion. It was really up to Clover to confirm, for Fiadh couldn't push it that far by herself, so when her sibling agreed, Fiadh wagged her tail and pranced over to the same side of the snowball.
It took several joint shoves to get it moving, and when she felt it give just the slightest on the last big push, Fiadh sprang to the side to watch it go. It was slow at first, a glacial crawl across the faintly sloping rendezvous site, and then it picked up momentum. "C'mon, let's follow it!" bid Fiadh as the snowball finally began to really roll down the hill, and she trotted alongside it until a gallop was necessary, and then she flew down the hill in pursuit of the rapidly growing snowball.

You decide if it breaks or not!