Snowball Fight

The male was sitting peacefully in silence outside of his hut, creating little swirles and flurries before him with the snow. The rest of the clan milling about their business peacefully when out of nowhere came a soft think and a burst of cold as something the side of his face, the male gasping and looking around with a glaring only to hear a giggle and the disappearance of a tail. The male wiping at some of the snow on his face and then copping his hand into the fresh snow, a gin coming over his features as he slid with the use of his ice towards where the tail now hid behind one of the huts. Hearing a small giggle of amusement. 

The male smiled some as Aesir couldn't keep her giggles at bay, her brother trying to shush her but inevitably breaking into giggles himself. "Shhh, Aesir! He'll hear you." he complained, the small pup only giggling more. "I'm sorry Valinor, I can't help it. You should have seen his face!" she told him, Lysander taking the time as they talked to go the long way, slow and quiet. The time it took making the pups wonder and pike their heads out the other side to see what their Papa was doing only for both of them to gasp. "Valinor he's gone! Where did he go?" she asked, both pups starting as they heard a clear of the throat, four pairs of wide eyes looking up at him as the twins started only for both to scream and scramble away as they saw their father brandish the snowball, the male laughing and throwing it. 

Hitting Aesir square in the shoulder she gave an 'oof' as she stumbled face first into the snow, Valinor rushing to try and help his sister up only to also tumble as his father hit him in the shoulder blades, both pups scrambling and throwing rushed snowballs at their father, the twins both squealing with elation as they fought against him, Lysander stumbling back from the assault and dipping to form his own snowballs and throw them at his children, his grin wide and entertained, by now the twins were just throwing non stop, even if the snow wasn't even fully made. 

Suddenly there was an 'oof' of another person as a ball soared past Lysander and struck Caladrius, the toskal wheeling around and giving a slight bare of teeth, making the two twins bow their heads and and cringe away. "Watch it!" he snapped, Lysander puffing up a little in defense if his pups. "Lighten up, Caladrius, it's a bit of fun!" he snapped at the other. "Well it's fun I'm not interested in." he told his leader with a grumble, turning around to stalk off. Lysander frowning as he looked to the receding form of Caladrius and to his pups, a slow smile coming over his features as he winked at his pups before let a nice big snowball fly, hitting the other right in the back of the head, making him and the pups laugh exatically as the other wheeled around, ready to yell at them only for him to be struck by another snowball. 

Everyone turning to see the grinning face of Katyusha as she threw another snowball. "Yea Caladrius, lighten up!" she told him, this time throwing a snowball at Lysander, shielding his face as the snowball struck his arm, laughing. "Oh now you've asked for it!" he yelled. "Get her!" he yelled, he and the pups both bending down to start forming more snowballs, Katyusha laughing and running behind Caladrius to use him as a shield. "Get off of me! I'm not interested! Let me go!" he insisted, spluttering as Lysander bombarded him regardless, Katyusha laughing and pushing Caladrius forward towards them and running behind a building to better hide herself as they were reloading. 

As the time passed, the other pups and adults alike of the tribe joined into the war. In the end no one won and casualties were everywhere, some grumbling, some laughing and good natured as they made something warm to wat over the fire, everyone soaking wet and well satisfied with their own accomplishments and help in the fight.