Stone Circle When the world starts falling I'll hold on to you

There's snow on the ground and it's cold outside, but Thistle feels warm all over. She had been so wound up for so long; worried about her brother, worried about their past. Most pressingly, she was worried about their future--and now that her concerns could be laid to rest, she could deal with everything else under less pressure. Less pressure excluding the weight of her massive lump of a brother, as he charged at her. Thistle yelped as they crashed into a pile of snow, rolling to nip at whatever bits of him she could reach.

That's what you think, Evergreen, She growled back at him, playful. She didn't actually do anything to get out of the snow or retaliate yet, though; her eyes caught on the flurries thrown into the air by their play, and she paused, a moment of calm settling into her. Then she flailed a paw toward her brother, attempting to plant it in his face.