Hawke wasn't surprised easily, so she had to give him credit. Or she would, once she wiped the snow out of her face. "You sneaky bastard!" He was very lucky he didn't slip on his dismount otherwise she'd probably dump snow in his face before getting a doctor if he broke anything. She had her priorities. She was already thinking abut her revenge. Maybe not today. But soon.

She was in many ways a giant puppy. A wolf puppy, who bared her teeth when necessary, but mostly just wanted to play. That was why she didn't think too much about zigging and zagging and tackling a relative stranger into the snow behind him. She had a brother, once upon a time, and she knew how to handle those. She was taking advantage of the situation to just shovel as much snow as she could at him in the meantime.