That One Song From Frozen

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ricin was on his paws, wasting no time to teach her this
strange new craft. She watches, eager to absorb this novel concept for herself. The boy rolls
the little orb through the powder, and both of the yearlings are fixated on the process, one
with dedicated observation and the other with playful enthusiasm. Maybe Sybil was missing
the point of the activity [to have fun], but her strange approach to it could be interpreted
as her own brand of enjoyment.

He gives instructions, and passed the now heftier snowball to her, one dainty paw stopping the
ball from rolling past her. She nods, and resumes his work. Worry begins to form as she rolls it
about, unsure of her own strength was adequate. Luckily, it didn’t take much muscle to
compress the material, though she couldn’t do it nearly as efficiently as Ricin due to the
differing surface area of their paws.

The blue wolf offers his coat, and the girl only spares him a glance in response, too wrapped up
in her work to accept verbally. She wouldn’t need the extra fur, her hide would do her just fine,
but she didn’t want the boy to roast in his skin. That would slow down the process immensely.

Luckily, it was soft enough not to draw complaint from the spirit, slowing her pace only to allow
the cloak to drape around her, enveloping her smaller form almost completely. “Careful, I might
decide to keep it.” She said wryly, but the statement was only in jest. It was too big for her, and
if she tried running with it she’d surely trip. Besides, she wasn’t a big fan of wearing clothes that
smelt of someone else.

Like a royal, pelt trailing behind her, as the boy looks to her for the final step. Proud of her work,
she bent her head to roll the smaller ball onto the bigger one. The uphill climb was difficult, and
she strained to get the head to its rightful place. She’d make it eventually though, with or without
Ricin’s assistance. Of course, she wouldn’t complained if he’d offer it. As soon as it reached its
apex she’d steady it with her front limbs, only letting go when she was certain of its stability.
Sitting back, she observed that their work was more snow than wolf so far. Not that she wasn’t
proud of what had been achieved already, just hoping that she’d be able to meet the
expectations she had set internally. “So, what’s next?”

[WC complete]

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