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Despite her sickly appearance, the girl seemed full of energy on this day. Perhaps it was the slightly warmer temperature that the mountains were experiencing; maybe after the snowstorm, mother nature had felt that she'd punished them enough! Wretch hadn't liked having to stay cooped up inside during the storm. She much preferred being anywhere but the caves if she could help it.
She giggled when she saw that her snow had hit its mark. Bulls-eye! When he came back for her she shot back into the hole that she had come out of, aiming to lose the boy. Maybe he'd be too big to get through! Wretch laughed inwardly at the thought of her fat brother getting stuck in the hole she had dug. "Tum get me Pan! Ehehehe!" She got through the hole to the other end, looking back to see if her sibling was following.