WHO: Sasha and Wolf WHAT: After Nathan's snowball fight, Wolf catches Sasha leaving the scene and goes to see what's up. WHERE: Leaving the high school's grounds. WHEN: Wednesday, January 12 RATING: PG-13 for language?
Despite the below freezing temperature, the fact that it was still snowing and said snow was soaking through his clothing, Wolf was completely overheating. As promised, the snowball fight in the schoolyard had been fast, furious, and without mercy. That, of course, meant it had been a fucking blast. But just because it was over didn't mean his fun had to end, so when Wolf spotted Sasha Santa Cruz walking down a pathway in the snow to the shoveled sidewalk, Wolf decided to follow her.
"Sasha!" he called, though didn't try to communicate further before he got close enough to be able to read her lips should she turn around and talk to him. There was no point in asking a bunch of questions when the answers would be intelligible no matter what. However, once he did get close enough, he began walking with her.
"I didn't see you throwing any snow back there," Wolf noted, as a crooked grin surfaced on his mouth. "What's up?"