winter wonderland

It was fun having someone to discuss this kind of stuff with- hell, it was fun having someone to discuss anything with. "I guess the integrity of the items would depend on the kinds of ice you use." he admitted. Ice, like metal, had different levels of structural integrity depending on how it was made, an observation made during long winters of screwing around with his surroundings. Things like iceicles in a typical forest were easy to snap and shatter, but ice from farther up north was colder and harder, far more suitable for something like a shield or blade then the ice from a normal central winter. Colliding full force with a thick slab of ice could bruise and break bones even if the shiled did yield to the weight thrown against it. In that scenario, a one-time use would really be all you needed.

Amused, he watched as the she-wolf began to carve a shape out of the ice below them, eventually pulling an icey dagger out and holding it toward him. He accepted it with interest, admiring her quick work before turning his questioning gaze back to her. "Are we about to become scientists right now?" he asked with a teasing grin, though in reality he was just as curious to see what what practical uses they could get out of it.