If there was anything Grog loved about Winters Crest besides the gifts, the nights spent drinking, and the cozy atmosphere? Snow, of course! Who doesn’t love snow? Whether it be eating it, playing in it, or pissing in it (scanlan, of course), everyone loves snow!

Grog was enjoying the downtime, which was rare for him—usually he’s ready to be active, to jump into combat. But even he can slow his roll and enjoy the Winters Crest season. Vex, Percy, and everyone else were inside, Vex preparing dinner for the night. Currently, the two of you were outside, Pike was standing near the front doors of the Greyskull Keep, bundled up in a jacket as she watched the two of you. Grog was also mostly clothed—with the insistence of Vex and Pike—and he was bundled in a fuzzy jacket fit to accomodate his size, and his usual fur trimmed pants he wears, the armour gone.

He was grinning like a mad man; bent down, forming some obscenely large ‘snowballs’ (though they were practically the size of your head, somehow), preparing to throw them at you in whatever rule-less game of a snowball fight you two had started.