Time for a playdate [pup thread]

Beneath the frost, beneath the snow, beneath the cold bright sun, lay the snowman of yesterday. The frost was his winter jacket and the frigid air a salve for his crystalline skin. Around him the birds shivered under puffed wings and the nighttime flurry still trickled in its leisurely way to the ground. Snowman ideas tumbled from the grey puffed clouds, falling as softly as the large flakes. Today would be a fine igloo with snow guards. The young Lord grinned to the sub-zero air, I have snow-many ideas he muttered to himself before shaking his regalia with a low chuckle.

It was pointless to mention that the young Lord was bored, with his Mother and Father gone for some time now and he decided to go into a small adventure of his own, lurking further away from their den. He would had played with the sunshine if he could have moulded it into projectiles, anything he could get his paws on to cause mischief was alright with him. So the winter snow was the best gift he could ever have. It was not long until he saw that Tythe and another had the same thought and this gave the petite lord an idea. All he had to do was sit as quietly as he could, snowballs at the ready and be patient.  After a minute or so, one that felt like an eon, he expectantly waited to hear the tell-tale crunch of his paws in the snow; for though it is fresh fallen, the bitterness of the night made the top like brittle caramel. As soon as the other peasants were close enough he dive out to pelt them white.

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