EAT SNOW

Her prediction brought a chuckle from the man's depths. He rolled his eyes. To be following a tiny maniac around playing hero? Doofus was putting it lightly. He opened his mouth to reply by was met with a small explosion of cold and wet. He stood there stunned, his bright eyes blinking and flakes fell away from the white mask he'd unwittingly donned. His lip barely had time to curl before Sacha was streaking away from his, dashing across the ice. "Damn it, Sacha," he roared after her, but he did not think the young fae was near enough to hear.

He saw where she was heading, a headlong dash towards gods know where, but he kept his head. He took a straight course where hers was wide and arching, hoping to cut her off. He was nearly there when the girl put the brakes on. He slowed as well, smirking as she slid past him on her hind end, wildly out of control. Her expletives were entertaining enough to distract from his own ire. "Ladies don't speak that way," he admonished. He dashed towards his younger sister, lowering his broad skull and aiming for her shoulder, hoping to toss her sideways and send her sprawling into the soft snow below.