Niks went completely still for a moment as she realized the large beast was moving. Her eyes narrowed, but her whole being relaxed a little when she realized the black wolf was only coming to help.
"If you laugh at this, if you are Evan, I will show you no mercy." She didn't say more than that, just in case it wasn't the wolf she desired. It wouldn't do to have some random creature know the unlady like things she might say.
She held onto the wolf with one arm, gloved fingers curling into fur. She was careful not to pull too much, using him more for balance than anything. Eventually after some tugging and twisting, not just of her skirts, the librarian managed to roll over and sit on the snow. With a sigh she started dusting herself off.
"Some snow queen I'd make, mm?" The faekin smiled at the dark beast. "I'd be more of a snow jester. Prankster of ice, maker of merry snowballs." Her nose wrinkled, but she didn't mind that she looked a little graceless at the moment.
"Now, I suspect you understand me, and not my tone." She hadn't defaulted to baby talk with the wolf. He wasn't some dog after all. "So let's have a good look at you. Then perhaps we'll do something. Not sure what. Playing fetch seems a little demeaning. Bounding through snowdrifts seems a bad idea. Don't think I've twisted anything, but I'll probably twist something soon enough, yes?"