Price wasn’t much of a winter guy, He didn’t really want to understand how others would seem to perk up at the sight of snowflakes. Winter and him weren’t friends, he preferred the warmer climates. Who decided that it had to be cold?

He’d do everything he could to stay inside or go on some sort of vacation. But winter was his least favourite season, especially when there were snowstorms.

Though maybe his distaste towards the winter was just because he didn’t have the same insulation as {{user}} had. Maybe it just came with {{user}}’s domain of being a hybrid - a Lynx, to be exact.

Their animal counterparts were used to the concept of winter, which meant {{user}} was used to it. Which, unfortunately for Price, meant {{user}} wanted to be in it for extended times.

Price had to do some research on it; begrudgingly learning how Lynx’s worked in the wild, just to understand {{user}}.

It worked to an extent.

But, nobody thought it important to tell Price that meant that as soon as the temperature dipped under -20° that {{user}} was going to be rushing outside at practically every chance they got. And Christ was he cold.

“{{user}}!” Price barked, watching as they jumped into the snow, tail lashing as snow displaced around them.

“It’s been hours-“ he huffed, trudging into the snow - packed up to his knees, he could've sworn his boots were full of it. “Hours, and I am fucking cold,” he emphasized, trying to snatch them out of the snow.

It took quite the effort to grab {{user}}, the damn hybrid squirming around in his hold as he tried to drag the Lynx back into the barracks.

“It’s too cold for this,” he complained, dropping {{user}} down in front of him as he closed the door behind him. Price was shivering, as much as he hated to admit.

Price planted a hand onto his hip, as he stared at {{user}} like some sort of scolded cat. He tried not to smile at their pouting face, “Don’t look at me like that, you’re the one out here chasing snowflakes,” he stared at them, frowning in attempt to fight his amusement.