"Lame?" Wolf asked, his eyebrows rising high on his head. "I'm here and you're here, so it's already officially awesome."
He waded through the snow to where Nathan's snowball pile was, and crouched down so he could begin making his own and Nathan could return to his job, but they could still talk. Wolf's gaze lingered around Nathan's mouth to make sure he wasn't saying anything, and then turned his eyes to the snow briefly to scoop up a heaping handful.