Snowball Wars

The snow had overtaken the desert. The usually hot, golden lands were cold and white. It was an interesting change. It wasn't really welcome or unwelcome. It was certainly different but gave for some new conditions to practice in and fun for pup and adults alike. However, there was one toskal that hadn't yet lifted a finger to make a snowball. That was Furiosa. She stood just outside the tribe. She was enjoying the breeze and making sure no one tried to use the snow as cover for an attack.

Furiosa had been minding her own business when a snowball met the back of the desert queen's head. She whirled around finding no one. She growled lowly and turned the corner to her tribe. It was filled with the usual bustle. She huffed and stepped into the market. She sighed. There was no way she'd find the culprit in this mess. That was when she saw her cousin Bane smirking like a mad man another snowball connecting with her muzzle. 

She was about to wring his neck when another snowball shot passed her head hitting Bane in the face. She turned to see her husband smiling softly. Before long the marketplace became a war zone. Max and Valkyrie slung snowballs at one another as they dove for cover. Toast and Rohan were playfully battling one another. Bane ans Mirazh were trading blows with Furiosa and Ambrios. Even the pups were tacklong each other into snow drifts. More and more members joined, launching hunks of snow back and forth. Even old man Dunecarver joined the fun.