Ichor watched as the woman turned to look at them, hefting an impressive wrack... of antlers. And alcohol! Ichor had opened his mouth to respond to her question when he was suddenly sinking into a snow drift. One moment he'd been on his brother's back and the next he was surrounded by dark and cold and could only hear the other wolves' voices as muffled mumbles. It took a moment for his brain to catch up and then he was pushing himself up through the snow until his head popped out of the drift and the small man took a loud gulp of air. "-hor. You are..?" Was all he caught of his brother's introduction. "Were you telling her what an asshole you are?" Ichor struggled free of the snow and once he was on more stable ground shook himself out so vigorously he slid on the icy earth. "If he didn't then you should know he's an asshole." Ichor settled himself on his haunches resigning himself to the fact he just wouldn't get to see the wolf he was talking too because of the snow, since apparently he wasn't welcome to scale his brother, as tempting as it was to get his fangs in Viscera again in retaliation. Sometimes he thought everyone else forgot that his eye line sometimes couldn't even clear the grass, let along piles of snow. Well if she thought him rude she could go kick rocks, it was Viscera fault he was this small anyways, at least if you believed his mother's tale of finding him in his brother's arms at birth. He'd probably sucked all of Ichor's power in the womb. That's how that worked right?
