"Uh, yeah, slightly more clothing would be really helpful." Otter was grinning, glad to see her smile, even if said smile did more or less speak to his impending doom. He was seriously considering throwing the tiger suit on over his layers but it might not survive the snow and Darla would be too pleased about that, what with how it's colors were all wrong or whatever it was she didn't like about them. "Pfft. You're a rookie, you're not creaming anything."
Otter stood up at the sound of his name being yelled by someone small and high pitched. "Hurry up, you. I promised them a battle. And a snow man. And maybe a snow fort. I think there was possibly a pony in there somewhere, too." He started to laugh. Otter was a sad, sad push over under even the worst of circumstances. When kids were the ones doing the pushing? He was lucky to keep his footing for more than a minute. It was no small miracle that he had managed to resist their pleas and whimpering and sniffling over being let out into the snow for so long. By all rights he should've waited for it to calm down out there a bit more than it had so far before agreeing. But Otter was a sucker.