[center]It was like when he was a kid. He dodged the snowball and ducked behind a tree, his hands already working with another snowball. In truth he was glad they weren't sparing, he didn't much like fighting in the first place. With three in hand he scanned the trees around them, glad they were planted all those years back. His lips pulled into a grin and after a moment, he moved from his spot and threw all of them with pinpoint accuracy. 

“I'm not losing this!” He shouted as he ducked behind another tree, his back pressed to its trunk as he begins making another batch of snowballs. He felt lighter and glad they'd kept away from the funeral, he would pay his respects but later after this bit of fun. 

Kieran raised his head when the wolves fell silent, his eyes blinked slowly when he found two hands wrapped around his arms. Esther and Isabella both still had their heads down, everyone else doing the same when he glances around. A pulse races down his spine then, a strange feeling that had the male wincing. It felt like a trail of fire. 

“You alright?” Came a soft voice from his left, the male blinks and focuses on Esther. Her eyes are focused on him, he shrugs and sighs softly. It wasn't anything to worry about, right? He offered the other a smile and shifted his gaze to Wolff. The healer was facing them and with a huff, he offers his arm to Lye. The Mage arches a brow but accepts and all five turn and begin to walk, it was best to leave both wolves alone for now. 

“Fine, no need to worry.” He soothes as they be in to walk, his head turning to face forward. 

It wasn't anything to worry about yet. 

Not yet.[/center] 

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