Shannon had not been expecting a face full of snow when she'd stepped out of the door. Though, maybe she should have they had quite a collection of teenage boys in their home now. But the voice she heard surprised her. It was not one of the boys, just the man she shared her life with. She cleared her vision just in time to see him gesturing to Myrkvan. The poor wolf looked clueless. And she couldn't help but chuckle at the picture it made.
"I think our daughter would take offense to that, she's tried very hard to raise her wolves with manners." There was no way to be mad at the events. It had been a while since he'd felt comfortable enough to be playful. She did, however, notice that he was reloading. And never being one to stand down from a challenge... She dipped down to form her own snowball, which was a little more melty than his was.