Hawke doesn't have much experience with snow. If she went outside Kirkwall more often she might have, but she spent most of her time there and it only got cold and dirty. Still, there was nothing fun in the world that she couldn't grab onto and find a way to enjoy. It was a good reminder that getting grumpy and thinking only about hunting and supplies was so drab. Who was she turning into? Altair?

She shrieked when he got her with one, giggling like she was ten years old again and backing up as she kept throwing snowballs and sometimes just big handfuls of snow at him. She wasn't going to show her back again, some of her rogue skills were applicable. What a terrible stealth expert she was proving to be. Every one of her snowballs seemed remarkably on target though, for all that she was haphazardly tossing them.

Hawke saw a fairly decent big pile of snow and darted for it. It could make many of those easily! She set her heels back to stop and slid head first into it. At first there was just a big hole in the snowbank, and then a series of snickers could be heard. She was sincerely tossed into it, but now she was making a little stockpile of snowballs so if he came looking, she'd be ready to throw them up.