A little later...
The manor was expansive and whenever it snowed it tended to resemble a picture perfect winter scene. The backyard had a few makeshift paths and footprints to break up the visage but only a fraction of the area was shoveled out, like the path leading up to the Carriage House.
Titus wasn't fazed by the cold weather. He enjoyed plowing through some of the drifts and attempting to catch snow balls. Alfred had done his best to limit any sort of frockling to outside of the house and the weather had limited the places the puppy could run.
"Titus. Come back here," Damian called out. He huffed once then took a few steps towards the Great Dane who scrambled further away from him. Clearly one of them thought this was a game. The stop-and-go journey continued until they were nearly at Drake's door.
"Let's go back," Damian tried again, but to no avail. He frowned. He never had this problem with Ophelia.