Maybe it was a touch creepy, what twin brother Gotham was up to, but who could blame him? After hearing of the attack on the pack by a bear in recent times, boy was a bit... over protective of his family. Especially his mother and sister, Amata. And so, there he was in his window, his bedroom overlooking the land below nicely. His blue eyes were trained to his lighter furred twin, never daring to leave her as she went about a rather childish game of making a snow wolf. ...I don't get how she can stand the cold so well... He shivered at the thought of it.

Gotham had spent enough time outside that winter, constantly travelling not a week prior. His monthly reports back home hadn't helped, keeping him near the packlands to make his schedule work. Now that he was home, though, boy wanted nothing more than to stay inside the warm mansion forever. His sister seemed to have other plans, much to the teenage male's dismay. Seriously, how can she play in that stuff!?

Phoenix boy made a screwed up face and shook his head, taking his eyes off the scene below so that he could wander back into his room. He went about, as previously planned, albiet unmentioned, dressing himself snugly for the outdoors. A thick, dark-gray hoodie, some cargo pants, thick and clean, and of course, the t-shirt underneath the hoodie, and then the boy was, um, set to go outside. He shook a bit in anticipation of the cold, and headed downstairs.

Looping around from the front entrance of the building, boy scooped up a handful of snow, and packed it into a snowball. He snuck around to the nearest corner and took aim silently, grinning to himself. Without any warning, he flung the packed snow at his sister, aiming for her, oh gods, her ass, and then he stood back to lean against the wall innocently, teenage grin plastered onto his face, hands in his pants pockets.

"Having fun playing in the snow, Sis?" He stuck out his tongue playfully, tail flicking at its tip. Even though the boy was a shy sort, teasing and having fun with his sister was probably the only thing he wasn't timid about. They'd grown up together, afterall. Sharing a whomb tends to bring people closer, y'know. "Mom would kill you if you caught a cold for this, y'know."

Now, y'see, normal brothers would rebel against having to hug their sister. To the contrary, Gotham managed to get his hands out of his pockets and around her back before they got crushed, tail flicking happily. His 'return hug' was just as tight, a tiny sound of effort thrown in for kicks.

"I got back a day or so ago. Mom had me cooking dinner with her last night, otherwise I would've been out to see you sooner." He pulled back to flick her hair, grinning. "Heh." He simply laughed a bit at her response to her getting sick, and their mother getting upset with her over it. Hold her off? Damn, that was one tough sick girl!

Speaking of mom, suddenly Amata screwed up her face and pried into what he'd been doing as of late, and he smirked, bringing his hands up. "Easy, tiger. I was just wandering." He leaned against the wall of the building again and tucked his hands back into his pockets, unable to help that damn smile. "I think I'm done with wandering now, though. It's too cold and wet out in those woods."

"Besides, Mum's already given me that horrible guilt trip thing she does. Y'know the one, the whole 'my baby prince is growing up without me' bit." He shuddered, or pretended to. Gotham really did love his mother's affection, but the teenage boy was long over being called anyone's baby, unless in the 'hey baby' sense from a hot girl.

"So yeah, I'm back now. To stay." He drug a hand from his pocket and placed it on her head teasingly. "What about you? Reverting back to being a pup? Is that what happens when your hero brother vanishes?" Boldly, Gotham would grin, painting a smug look on his face. "Just can't live without me, can yah?"

He chuckled softly as she fixed her hair, shaking his head a bit. Girls... What is it with them and their fur? She explained that she'd also been gone, and Gotham felt a prick of insecurity hit him, wondering for a moment if she'd had any trouble. Of course, she hadn't, and Amata dearest was willing to prove this with a playful shove at him, one that didn't quite push him over, but he took a step sideways at it, catching his balance. "Fun things. Right."

He brushed himself off, but it was a fruitless effort, as suddenly a ball of snow hit his chest, making a soft 'paff' sound. He froze, then blinked up at her. "Nice shot." He then smirked, idly leaning over and grabbing some more up for himself. "I still say mine was better; distance enough to miss, aim enough to hit the target. Dead. On." He grinned, taking a few quick steps back and tossing the snowball at her.

Then he ran. As soon as that ball of white death was thrown, Gotham was running, getting some good distance. He turned once far enough away to look back at her with a smirk, tail waving. "I declare war!" His voice carried nicely, and then he ducked down behind the other end of the building, grabbing some snow off one of the windows to make his next snowball, keeping an ear open for approaching sisters, of course.

With a grin, her brother kept back a laugh, moving to peak out from behind the wall at her. Unfortunatly for him, it was at the same moment she came and whipped the snowball to him him... and it landed with a solid 'thush' against his face, causing him to stumble back a bit with a surprised yelp, effectively losing his own ammo in the process. He took a moment to clean his face off with his sleeve, and looked up at her in surprise. Then, with a sly smirk, he crouched down and then lolloped toward her, aiming to all out tackled her, moving so they'd probably end up falling away from the building in a flurry of fur and snow.

"Nice shot, but victory is won through more than snowballs, sister!" Should his tackle have worked, boy would pin her down, grabbing snow from beside them and letting it drop carelessly across her face and upper torso, grinning wryly. "I thought maybe you'd need a drink." Sitting back to admire his 'work', boy's lips would part in a grin, tongue peaking out bast bottom teeth. Oh yes, he was very much enjoying himself now. Thoughts of being childish and immature were long gone, worries of safety and the cold vanishing with them. Gotham hadn't been able to roll around in the snow since winter first started. Now was a good time to relax and enjoy.

The fact that he got to enjoy it with his favorite sister was a brighter perk, one that made him unable to resist the constant, and rather annoying, grin that plastered his face. Yes, it was fun, but it was also tiresome. Of course, boy wouldn't stop to notice the position both siblings were in, assuming the tackle had worked as planned, with his legs straddling her hips on either side, effectively keeping her pinned at the waist. Questionable? Yes, very much so. Did he notice or care at all? Nope.

Oh jeeze! Gotham lost his stance as she started wiggling, not all that bothered by the snow though. His arms snapped out for balance, and he hoisted his waist an inch or so higher, thighs tightening together to make up for it, keeping her there. She scolded him in a less-than-hurtful tone, pouting up at him and then tossing more snow his way. He leaned back, settling down as she did, and taking a moment to idly brush the snow off his hoodie, keeping a close eye on her with a smirk.

"I thought you women were supposed to be just as strong as some of us men?" He tilted his head and then leaned forward, hands on either side of her head now, sly smirk on the face that hovered a few inches above hers. Again, seriously questionable scene, but Gotham wasn't thinking about it like that. "Our mother is leader of this bigass pack. Dimostra che sei la figlia orgogliosa."

He slipped into Italian as he lowered his voice a bit, hinting towards being serious. "Io non sono un uomo gigante. Sono solo un ragazzino nerd. Non ci dovrebbe essere motivo per me di essere in grado di pin te così facilmente." He spoke all serious and smooth, but his tail was still sweeping evenly across her knees behind him, showing his amusement. He hovered a little ways more away from her face, but kept in that hunched over position, waiting for a response with a half-quirked smile.

Gotham moved with the squirming, trying to keep his balance. It wasn't easy, and his tail perked up a bit to help with it, only making the pose a bit worse. He bit down on his lip some, trying to keep back a growl as the situation got a bit uncomfortable, despite her being his sister. Damn wiggling... why'd she have to do that!? He came forward just a bit, head moving beside hers as he shifted his weight, then huffed a bit. "Dannazione, chiudere dimenarsi tanto!" He moved again, lifting back up, and hoisted a leg up so he could roll off of her finally, sitting beside her in the snow with a grunt.

"Non è divertente se si fa questo." Boy pouted, ears flicking back at having won through default. Game was ruined by an easy sister, damn it. "Smettila di essere così tanto di una ragazza. E 'fastidioso." And it was; teenage boy was left to worry about his damned hormones half the time, instead of falling back into that puppy mood where he'd be able to play for hours without getting nasty thoughts that would ruin the fun. Just because something looked bad, didn't mean it was bad. Sadly, his own body refused to believe that now, and he was left worrying about being a pervert. Especially to, he shuddered, his own sister. Gross.

Moving on from the issues of being male... Gotham sat up, crossing his legs and ignoring the cold snow underneath him, soaking into his clothes slowly. "We should go inside and get some food. I think the fire's lit, so it won't be long before we'd be munching our bellies full." Boy cocked his head to the side and sniffed, all for making a meal for himself and his sister. It had been a while since the two had been given the chance to catch up, so it made sense.