Snow nightmares

It didn't take long for Archon to appear, looking just barely awake when he arrived at the den entrance to find himself surrounded by a number of misshapen white wolves. Even from here she could see the genuine initial reaction, the look of worry and the tufts of fur that stood up briefly along his spine. Even if it wasn't full on panic, it was amusing enough to make the chilly paws required to set up her snow creations worth it. Stifling a giggle, she watched the scene unfold in a rather unexpected way.

Rather than calling her out for setting up the lopsided and  somewhat unsettling looking 'attackers', the guy played along! Now that was new. Remaining silent became impossible, so she tried her best to giggle as quietly as possible while Archon ran about like a fool, yelling and attacking the frosty enemies that stared back at him impassively with their pebble eyes. It was, admittedly, pretty damn hilarious.

As he seemed to slow she finally decided to haul herself to a stand and slink quietly closer while he charged one last snow foe. In response to his dramatic exclamation she leapt forward, plowing through the nearest and most lopsided snow wolf and grinned as her face emerged through the other side of it.

"Does this mean you owe me one for saving you from a frosty demise?"