Well, that was that. He was probably contaminated by whatever had brought the unseasonable weather.
Oliver stood very still for a minute, blinking owlishly as his eyes adjusted to the amount of white that surrounded them. It was both startling and... pleasantly familiar. Although he couldn't see beyond the path that had been hastily shovelled, he could hear the unusual sounds of hunters playing. Having fun. The way the snow muffled the sounds of their activity brought back memories of cold Canadian winters.
He opened his mouth, and closed it. For a minute it looked like he was going to turn right around and go back inside...
"Let's build a fort." He finally said. It was perhaps the most decisive statement he had ever uttered.
