It was at times like these that Ray wondered what he even saw in Asher. Storming out of the pen, he strode into the snow and dropped down, burying his hands in it and scrubbing until they turned red. It wasn't disinfectant but it would do for now.

"That's fine," he replied, rising to his feet and lobbing the snowball he'd made straight at Asher. "I can throw that far."