Against the Odds

The boy had been rather surprised when his sister pulled him out into the snow, he had healed quite well, nothing permanent had been placed on him and life returned to normal. Though he'd vowed that he would do his best not to scare Zola that way again. She'd been so worried for him, so much that she'd shed her tears for his safety.

As they played easily in the snow he would think that her motions were just part of the game and as she pushed at him he would try and push back, but then he heard her words. She'd pull at his fur and he'd scowl unappreciatively, but would follow all the same. As they hid his icy blue gaze would be directed toward the small form of one of the brats that had come from his father's toy. With every day that passed he would grow more curious about her purpose, and why it was their father insisted on keeping the terrible children.

Zola would hiss at him darkly as he watched the boy, her question causing him to blank. He would have stayed out in the open, and made him go back inside. It was their turn to play. However she seemed to need something more diabolical. "We should scare him so he never wants to come outside again." He would nod, though as to how he wasn't sure.