Pip's response to the assault of snow is what one might expect from any animal: om nom nom. Needle-sharp teeth glint in the sun as she chomps and gnashes at the snowballs, her body flailing gracelessly through the air, leaping and falling like a breaching shark. It's cold enough for steam to rise each time she gets a mouthful, the warm nest of fire inside her throat causing ice to immediately evaporate.
In retaliation Pip sweeps her tail, using the long appendage along with her wings to send a wall of snow Mittens' way. And then, at the last minute, she spins around, lighting just enough on fire so the solid melts into unpleasant slush. She chortles gleefully at her own clever thinking, before burrowing back into the bank.
Koa shakes his head indulgently, satisfied that Pip has maintained enough control to not try and melt Mittens. "We've been alright," he answers Lena, gaze still fixed on the companions at play. "Been doing a lot of thinking." He doesn't feel the need to clarify on what, because there's so much he doesn't know where to begin.
A pause falls, and then he adds in a hushed voice: "I sent a note Anju. We're going to meet soon."
In retaliation Pip sweeps her tail, using the long appendage along with her wings to send a wall of snow Mittens' way. And then, at the last minute, she spins around, lighting just enough on fire so the solid melts into unpleasant slush. She chortles gleefully at her own clever thinking, before burrowing back into the bank.
Koa shakes his head indulgently, satisfied that Pip has maintained enough control to not try and melt Mittens. "We've been alright," he answers Lena, gaze still fixed on the companions at play. "Been doing a lot of thinking." He doesn't feel the need to clarify on what, because there's so much he doesn't know where to begin.
A pause falls, and then he adds in a hushed voice: "I sent a note Anju. We're going to meet soon."
Koa
