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He’d been taking a light nap in the freshly fallen powder when his phone rang. It was an odd feeling to be part of the snow then have something that was in you ringing. Giving himself a more solid shape, the wolfos rolled in the snow, pale hands forming to click at the keys. Red eyes blinked at the message before fingered typed out a reply.

Forming completely, the wolfos gave himself a shake off, small bits of snow and ice flaking off here and there. It was a bit easy to find the reaper and her familiar, the scents familiar and well- A flaming house was a bit easy to spot in waves of white. Reaching down to lightly pack a snowball in his hands, the wolfos gave it a chuck at her. “While I might have been far out my element at the club, you’ve certainly invited me out when I am at my most comfortable.” Grinning, he scratched the back of his head, more snow falling off. “Though hope hanging out in the cold won’t be too much a bother?”

Frost felt a bit smug. He did have a nice arm, but then, that probably had to do with previous snowball fights growing up. “Thank you Miss Party, I have a bit of a history with the art of snowball fighting. And- The snowball got him in the chest and while it caught him off guard, there wasn’t exactly snow to brush off. One bonus he supposed of his species, to absorb snow and be ‘one’ with it. “Good to know you’ll be alright in the cold, and no. I don’t shine so much as I reflect.”

Stepping back into a pile of snow he felt back, melting into the pile. A few seconds he let pass before coming out again, this time looking slightly less human and more like a snow sculpture. Granted a moving one but still. “I would have said I glitter, but snow isn’t that sparkly. Just reflective.” As he spoke he lifted his hand , a ball of snow forming in his hand as a portion of his tail returned to normal. A toss and he grinned. “But yes, very much in my element as it were.” A shrug, he formed another ball in his hand. “What element is your’s?”

Frost smirked, leaning back on the snow. “Less a trick than a talent mixed into a skill. All my kind can meld into the snow, but only a few can use it to shift the snow through our ‘bodies’.” He rolled his shoulders, pleased with himself and having seemed to have impressed. “It’s not my only ability however.” Looking to the small fire dog, Frost smirked. It was interesting to see the level of control over such a wild element. Fire was to him, the uncontrollable but then-

“My people think Fire is the element of power, one of the three base attributes of the world. To master one is to achieve a greatness. Perhaps you are more powerful than you look… or you seek a bit of power?” He made it a question before his form shifted, becoming a small dog the same shape at the one fire Verusha had made. Only he was made of snow. “Also, everything is fair in a snowball fight. Well, aside from rocks in them. That is just painful.”

“Wise words. Thinking you are strong and have reached your limit would be… A hindrance.” He grinned from his small form, tail wagging as he jumped back from the fire dog. A tilt of his head red eyes looked up to the reaper. “Afraid to melt me? Alas, I am a little harder to get rid of then that.” Holding his head up, the tiny snow pup went to the fire and…

Nothing.

There was no melting, just the reflective glow of reds, oranges, and yellow as flames danced against the snow pup. “Unless you want to melt me? If so You’re going about it all wrong.” Sitting, he gave his ears a stratch. “The way to make and wolfos melt is to do as you would any canine. A nice scratch behind the ears, a belly rub, treats. We’re rather simple in those facts.” Small puppy shoulders seemed to give a shrug. “I’m not sure why, but some students find it rather humiliating to admit that they enjoy such things. It’s just natural. Ah but you asked what else I could do.” He blinked, before the snow began to shift of his form again, this time, the shape of a fully grown buck, antlers and all. “It’s actually a hunting trick. We take the form of an animal native to the area, blend in… you’d be surprised what people don’t question in a snow storm.” A shake of his head, snow tumbled off the antlers.

Smirking he nodded at her. “But what of you? I don’t have to worry about making you melt do I?”

He’d not be harmed unless she was trying to put her FEAR into it. Then again he was rather resilient. Shaking himself off, a few flakes of snow fell her and there, mostly from the final flick of the deer tail. “To know and accept a weakness is supposedly a good trait. I just consider it being honest with one’s self. Why lie about what I like? If I tell the truth, worst that will happen is I’ll get that which brings me pleasure.” The click of ice hooves on the ground, Frost shifted again, returning to his original form.

“That’s about the limit to my skill. For now anyway.” Red eyes stared at her slightly amused. “If you find it awesome, I am flattered. But I aim not to impress, only hone that which I will need to master come my return home.” Picking her hand he smirked. “My charm is something I do take joy is practicing however.” A small kiss to the back of her knuckles, Frost smiled. “Getting the ghouls to melt is a nice skill to have. For the right reasons of couse.”

Frost laughed. “That sadly, is where I fall short. I have no intention towards ghouls or boils aside from enjoying their company. A.. diversion might be enjoyable, but sadly, lasting relationships beyond friendship are out of my grasp. An alpha of my home needs a mate, not.. casual companions?” He paused, not sure if he was making much sense without offending. “It’s a rather odd thing on whole, but it’s the part I must play. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy occasionally paying a beautiful and smart the compliments she deserves.” Cannon got a small smirk.

“Even if they are frowned upon. If you want to see me in action however? I’m always willing to prove myself.” He held out his own hand. “Perhaps you’d like to take me up on a spar?” A simple offer, they could see just each other’s abilities.

Frost puffed up at that, fur going on end while pink tinted his cheeks. “I don’t know who my heart wants. Oh I know what my body desires, that is easy enough, but the heart is conflicting with the mind.” His tail fluffed out even more. “Body just wants things I’m not about to give it.” He said under his breath. He really didn’t want to think about mates and companions. He was tired of dealing with the complicated emotions that came with. Logic and law hardly helped either.

“Mind of heart, of the body, and the soul. Courage, Power, and Wisdom. Humph.”Arms crossed his ears went back. “It’s too complex when I dwell upon it. Much easier to simply go and do a spar.” He smiled a bit. “Physical strength is one thing, the cunning to battle a reaper is another. Besides, I’m sure Cannon would enjoy having reason to try and bite me.” His own smiled quickly widened, white fangs flashed at the fire hound.