[center]The blonde vampire had expected a punch, or a kick even. What he hadn't expected was a snowball to hit him square between the eyes, he remained frozen for a moment before raising a hand to his face. “A snowball fight?” He questioned even as his other hand reached down and grabbed snow. Apparently the female before him had a bit of a streak to her, with his snowball made he hurled it at her before diving away. 

[i]Let's have some fun then. [/i] He thought as he reached for another ball and launched it at Clara. 

Kieran says nothing to the other male, instead he turns to the open doors and follows after the others. His steps slowed however as he rounded the mansion, an expanse of land covered in white met his gaze. Blue-gray eyes scanned the land before him until he found the group, he followed them as they went East. The wind was chilled but none of them seemed to care, Lye shook her head and glanced back. Kieran was following them and she absently scanned for the crystal she gave him, Vox huffed at her side and nudged her hand with his nose. 

Kieran reaches the others and steps up beside Esther, Isabella quiet on the other side of the female blonde. The vampires and mage slow future when a large pyre made of sticks met their gaze. The lumps that were in front of the pyre a sign of what they were here for, a funeral was to be held. Ynez and Evian break away from them as they draw closer, their forms easily shifting to that of wolves. Lye separates next and with raised arms she removes the ice she had encased the fallen wolves in, the others stopping just before the large unlit structure. It was simple and made of the wood from the forest trees, what made it different were the ropes with blue flowers  that wrapped around it. Wolfsbane flowers normally harmed werewolves but in a ceremony as this the plant has the opposite effect. 

The others watched as both female wolves moved forward and grabbed two large sticks from beside the pyre. Esther moved them and with a lighter in her hand, lit the end of the wood and stepped back. Lye raised her arms and with it a gust of frigid air blew around them, the fallen wolves slowly rising into the air. They were placed gently into the flat center of the structure, bodies covered in black cloth. The Mage stepped back then, her arms at her side and familiar trailing behind. 

It was their turn now. Lye had coated the ropes and flowers in a mist that would protect them. Both wolves moved forward and after a moment, the reared back on their hind paws and threw the sticks. The moment they touched the closest branch, fire erupted and the pyre was lit. It was then that both began to howl, the vampires and Mage bowing their heads in silent prayer.[/center] 

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