Faster yet

Alarik let himself get sprayed with Ashmedai's snow cloud, laughing the whole time. Ashmedai laughed too, shaking until he was certain all the snow was out of his fur.

Alarik asked if everything was a competition to Ashmedai. Was it? Not everything. Ashmedai leaned just a little into Alarik's space, a lopsided smile rising to his lips.

"Only if I'm pretty sure I can win," he remarked. Alarik ran off, gathering snow around his chest. No doubt he was trying to make a bigger, better snow cloud. No way. Ash ran over and started scooping snow onto Alarik, "You look like you need a little help, so I figured I'd give you a paw."