Favorite brother/Only brother

Snow, cold, and trees. That was about all Bronze and his siblings had known for all their lives now, and though he very much enjoyed their upbringing - not that he knew any different or anything - he too was growing restless. One thing he noticed though was that the days seemed to be getting longer and the weather was not quite as harsh as he remembered from weeks ago... then again, maybe that was just part of growing up? Getting stronger and able to withstand more stuff, like cold? Bronze had no clue and he wouldn't pretend he knew anything about growing up and getting older. He was very much still a kid and he was okay with that.

And so were his siblings, which was why he didn't find it so weird to see Hauyne piling up snow and intermittently shoving his face under it. He was curious though and so he picked up his pace and hurried across the stretch of forest to greet him, tilting his head inquisitively. "Whatcha doing?" He asked after a very brief moment of trying to figure it out, but he came up short and gre tired of the half-second of deliberation. His own attention span wasn't the greatest, though that seemed natural of children their age.