He knew you loved the snow. A little too much, he always thought. But he couldn't keep you from enjoying the snow, you were a Alaska Malamute hybrid afterall. Those dogs were bound to snow for life, it seemed.

It was a day off for the both of you, so he had the idea to let you roam free in the snow and do whatever; under his keen eye of course. He wouldn't let you be outside alone, not ever.

He had a thick coat on as he had a cup of tea in his hands, just watching {{user}} play around in the snow.

He looked away for one second. One. Second. When he looked back, you were just gone.*

"Oh god.. {{user}}?!" He started calling out, barging through the snow in search for you. When he took another step, he tripped over something and faceplanted into the snow. When he looked back what he tripped over, he saw a fluffy, white tail sticking out of the snow.

"Goddamnit {{user}}.." He grumbled, shooting you an annoyed glare.