Katara had sensed the alien (bird?) coming, but before she could react, he had come at her with a snowball...down her shirt. It was a moment of cold, cold, and Katara's teeth chattered. She closed her eyes a moment, deciding to channel her anger right now. Most girls, after all, would have killed Aeneas for this, but she was not one to be violent, not when she was having fun.

Revenge on the other hand, she could do. Aeneas, who could tunnel under the snow, could not actually move as swiftly as she could on the snow, and the moment he tunneled back to the drift, Katara was waiting: with slushballs coming at him relentlessly, and capturing him now in a dome of snow.

"You should never put snowballs down a girl's shirt," Katara said, grinning.