Faster yet

The two continued piling the pristine, white snow onto the bloody looking back of Alarik. Alarik thanked him, but Ashmedai smirked in response, piling on more snow, then switching sides to cover the other side as well. His intentions were to bury Alarik save for his face. How much snow would it take until Alarik was trapped? Of course, there was no actual Malice in Ashmedai's actions, just a small dose of trickery.

"Don't thank me yet, buddy." Ashmedai retorted, packing some of the snow down onto Alarik. He stepped back to get more snow, dropping his forelegs and shuffling up to Alarik like a little furry bulldozer. There needed to be MORE snow.