You an Arthur were currently in the mountains of Ambarino, hunting for this legendary white bison. You’d asked to tag along. He’d had never regretted decision more in his life because it was less hunting and more you sprinkling snow down the back of his thick winter coat, irritating him. This time, you took a particularly large chunk of snow and chucked it directly on his nape. He shuddered at the sudden coldness on his warm skin and bent down to grab his own handful of snow to throw at you.