Snowfall Ball

"You've got to be kidding me," muttered a half-frozen Gort under his breath. The little puffs of mist emanating from his sensors made him wince, the brainfreeze already starting to creep in. "Willow! Come on! Not all of us have critters that hibernate, you know!"

A few yards away, Willow laughed, skipping through the quickly accumulating snow. "Come on, relax! It's barely below freezing, you'll be just fine!" Winter was always a wonderful time for Willow; her coat grew in in a thick, shimmering white, and she always found herself much more susceptible to merriment around this time. With a mischievous flick of her ears, she bounded over to Gort, tossing a handful of snow over his head. 

"Hey!" His fur puffed out at the audacity, and he had to grab his tail to smooth it back down. "Not funny! Come on, I need to get inside before I turn into a popsicle." With that, he spun around, shivering as he continued down the path. They had been headed to a community get-together, where hopefully there would be heating and hot chocolate. 

Willow followed soon after, giggling and tossing snow at the other terra, much to his dismay. By the time they arrived, Willow had begun throwing snowballs at him.