Hawke's feelings about this snow ranged from this is fun! to fuck this I'm hibernating. She was actually in the latter mood when she was walking in one of the bigger coats she managed to steal borrow awhile back. It's cold, she can't easily shoot her bow and arrow at the moment, and she knew she'd better turn this mood right around if they need a hunt again soon. It was the slush that really bothered her, and alright, this wasn't that, but it was still more than she bargained for.

When she got hit by the snowball, she full out gasped because how dare you. The shock wore off after a few seconds, dark eyes narrowing as she went looking for the culprit. The rage burned in her for a few minutes ... and then she grinned. Well fine. If that's how you want it. "You're going to regret that, you twat!" Hawke swept a hand down to snatch up snow and roll it up, and considering she was an expert markswoman and had an eagle eye, she knocked the snowball out at him with an impressive amount of speed.

Her cackle could be heard from a distance as she went running for some kind of covering, grabbing snow as she went.