Amy the leopard and Wilk the husky decided to pay a visit to their friend Klein the kobold in the snow-covered forest. Klein had never really liked winter—the cold crept into his scales, stiffened his fingers, and made every step feel heavier than it should. Still, he welcomed them. Good company, after all, had a way of making even the cold more bearable.
The forest was stunning. Tall pine trees stood draped in white, snowflakes sparkled as they drifted through the clear sky, and the distant mountains seemed to cradle the quiet of winter. Wilk, bursting with energy as always, couldn’t hold himself back. The moment his paws touched the soft snow, he was already packing it into perfect snowballs, a playful grin spreading across his face. To him, winter wasn’t an inconvenience—it was an excuse to have fun.
Amy had a different idea. Bundled up in her coat and scarf, she preferred something calmer. While Klein watched with a mix of curiosity and caution, Amy knelt down and carefully began shaping a snowman. She stacked the body and head, pressed in branches for arms, and finished it off with a makeshift nose. That, to her, was more than enough entertainment.
Klein edged closer, still uncomfortable with the cold, but quietly charmed as the snowman came together. Maybe winter wasn’t just about numb fingers and frozen toes. There was something peaceful about the white landscape, something almost magical. Wilk, however, had no intention of letting things stay quiet for long. He shot Klein a conspiratorial look, packed a snowball, and murmured that moving around was the best way to stay warm.
While Amy focused on the final details of her snowman, Wilk and Klein took their positions. A heartbeat later, a snowball sailed through the air and burst at her feet. Amy spun around, startled, blinking in confusion. Before she could protest, another snowball whizzed past her—and that’s when it clicked. She’d just been dragged into a snowball fight.
She tried to resist, insisting she only wanted to finish the snowman. But Wilk’s laughter and Klein’s barely contained excitement were impossible to ignore. With a dramatic sigh, Amy bent down, scooped up some snow, and joined in. Before long, she was throwing snowballs back, laughing despite herself.
There, in the heart of the frozen forest—surrounded by flying snow, laughter, and frantic footsteps—Klein completely forgot how much he disliked the cold. Winter, he realized, could actually be fun, especially when shared with friends who knew how to turn even the chill into a warm memory.
Along with my friends we have another collab, this time the theme is "Snowball fight" with our OC's. This is my, silly idea for this hiehie