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Elwood ended up blanketed by a mound of snow, though he was lucky enough to be right side up. After a few seconds of floundering, his head broke through the surface. He blinked snow from his eyelashes and found himself nose-to-nose with Peregrine, who appeared to have been trying to sniff him out. With a laugh, Elwood started to extract himself from the snowdrift.

"Oh my god," he crowed, pulling himself slowly out of the powdery trap. Once he was free, he flopped down onto the snow, happy to find that the place where he landed was firm enough to hold his weight. He didn't want to sink again. "You okay?" he asked, looking at Peregrine. They both had clumps of the frozen stuff clinging to their pelts, and likely looked rather ridiculous.