Well, it seemed as though Feza had actually taken their little conversation to heart. She had been doing less and less of the things that ended up with camp being ruined or people being pissed off, and was doing more and more events that actually legitimately seemed fun, and like a pleasant way to pass the time. Aurum couldn't say that he had ever actually participated in a snowball fight before, since a lot of the time spent during the winter back in the pride was either hunting or hiding away in buildings for warmth, but he had heard that supposedly they were enjoyable. Plus, Feza had seemed so crushed last time when nobody except for Crow had participated in her little kazoo class part two endeavor, so Aurum felt like he was kind of obligated to come trotting out from the prey storage, where he had been dropping off the last bits of an early morning hunting trip. He couldn't say that being out in the icy cold was exactly the height of luxury, but he did have to admit that the little fort piles that Feza had made were pretty cute, and he found himself wondering if perhaps she would be able to make actual defenses at some point, just in case of attack. He doubted that she would be enthused by the idea, since it wasn't exactly something fun and exciting, but perhaps he could spin it by saying that if she defended the group, there would be more time and people to devote to fun events later... he'd have to try it at some point, when Feza wasn't grinning, waiting expectantly for people to participate.

Padding over to Crowley's side, the angel blinked when he heard the other's words, a soft chuckle leaving him when Crowley immediately backpedaled, saying he would participate if they needed an even number of people. Smiling slightly, Aurum moved to press gently into the feline's side, affectionately sharing his warmth while being especially careful not to knock the other over – as well as avoiding his sore wing. As he did this, he rumbled with a soft chuff, "Oh, c'mon Crowley, it'll be fun. And if you get too cold, I'll just pile all the blankets in my house on top of you afterwards." His tone was soft and teasing, and a warm smile graced his muzzle as he looked down at the smaller male, his head tilted to one side. Ever since he and Crowley had grown closer as friends, the lion had never hesitated to express his affections through warm words and physical contact, despite the fact that not everybody was okay with that. Aurum backed off whenever someone told him to, but Crowley had never actually told him not to show him physical affection. In fact, it seemed as though at times the demon leaned into it, before he got a conflicted look on his face and just never brought it up. Aurum found it to be rather entertaining, honestly, which was why he made it a habit to show Crowley as much physical affection as possible – since it seemed as though Crowley enjoyed it, deep down inside.

After dealing with a certain "coldhearted" demon, Aurum turned his gaze towards Feza, glancing over her tiny reptilian form. It was a pretty odd change to see, since he was so used to her being bright pink and fluffy, but somehow the icy dragon form fit her just as well – perhaps just because it was wacky enough to match her, he truly wasn't sure. He was impressed by how quickly she had gotten a hold over her ice powers, even if she wasn't using them for anything especially extravagant yet, only for small events like this one, or just borderline accidentally. Still, it had taken him a hell of a long time to truly get a feel for his flame elementals, even in his hellhound form, so he did have a great deal of respect for her as a result of that. Rolling his shoulders a bit, Aurum rumbled softly with a calm, albeit slightly tired smile on his muzzle, "I'd be willing to participate in this, although I'm not sure how fair it'll be, considering I'm a much bigger target than most here." Then again, he could throw snowballs from his paws with far more strength... not that he wanted to throw one so hard to knock somebody out, though.

Referee. The suggestion of what to make Crowley made a soft chuckle leave the lion's muzzle, his head shaking from side to side. He was never one to make generalizations based off of Crowley being a demon, but this seemed like a scenario where it wasn't quite the best position to put him in. Crowley even echoed his thoughts, before the smaller feline said he could still do it with a little mischievous grin. Aurum rumbled softly to the other male, fond amusement in his one blue eye as it flicked down to the other, teasingly poking him in the head with a large gold and red wing, "I have a feeling that our scores are going to become oddly complex with you as referee." He could feel the big grin on his face at the prospect, even though his words were supposedly admonishing the demon. Who knows, perhaps having a referee that liked to mix things up a bit would actually make the game a bit more entertaining – even if he wasn't entirely sure what the game was yet. Sure, Feza had said they were having a snowball fight, but how were points tallied in the first place? Would Crowley have to keep his eyes on everywhere all at once, just to make sure he always made a note when someone scored a hit? That seemed tedious, not to mention impractical. Still, he didn't want to make Feza feel bad about her idea, so he shrugged it off, trying not to think too hard about it. He was sure that whatever "festive prize" Feza had in mind wasn't worth arguing over anyways.

When Crowley leaned into him, just the faintest bit, Aurum felt a warm chuff leave him, glad that the demon had actually allowed himself some physical affection, even if he was only doing the bare minimum to lean into it. Sure, he loved seeing Crowley flail about a but over receiving affection and attention, but most of all he just liked seeing Crowley happy and cared for, usually by himself. During his happy thoughts, both Feza and Crowley commented on how he had flames, which would be far more effective than the blankets he had initially offered. Snorting, Aurum said as he stretched out a bit, staying pressed against Crowley as he did so, "While that is true, I've only used my fire powers so far for roasting enemies or roasting food, never for just simple heating that isn't mean to hurt anything. I don't think Crowley would like to end up burnt like a roasted turkey." Although honestly, the mental image of the demon scowling while being covered in herbs like a turkey was pretty damn amusing. It was after this that Feza acknowledged the distinct size difference between Aurum and the rest of the group, and the lion said with a faint nod at her suggestion, "I guess it is true that I've got two other forms... I'll use my hellhound form then. It's a nice middle ground before too big and too small." He gave a nice firm nod before Feza pointed him to where he was going. He gave another nod at this, although he didn't move quite yet. He would go over when there were actually others around to compete with, since he didn't want to deprive Crowley of his warmth quite yet.

F l u m a d i d d l e . n.
It hasn't even snowed yet.  Recognizing the overlap of voices as an event of some kind, the wildcat approached with mild amusement in his eyes.  His thick fur offered fair insulation, though Torren expected he may desire a warm fire to sit beside after partaking in any sort of snow-based activities.  In the meantime, the brown eyes he carried studied the mounds of snow.  The battleground already set in place and a willing opponent.

He suspected Feza to be a less patient individual, unsurprised as he caught the tail-end of her words.  "Give me a chance at least," he protested with a twitch of his whiskers.  While the majority of his homeland sat beneath a great mountain range, snowball fights -- or complete snow warfare more like -- reign as commonplace in the winter.  The valleys never grew more populated by children than in the colder seasons.  Torren suffered a great deal of losses at the paws of his younger sister, albeit with little compliant. 

"Are we playing to a total or until surrender?"

In all honesty, it didn't seem to take exceedingly much in order to make Feza be in a less than ideal mood, but Aurum still found himself frowning when he noticed the sadness spreading over his fellow guardsman's face at no one showing up. Lately it had seemed as though Tanglewood had gone into a sort of state of stagnant hibernation, and the lion had been noticing it more and more often lately. He wasn't sure if it was because of the collective mourning over Leroy, or just because of the absence of their leader, Crow. He honestly wouldn't be surprise if it was a mixture of both, and he made a mental note to later try and search around and kick things into gear again, in a way that was a bit different from Feza's methods. When the snow leopard turned to him and asked him if he wanted the prize, the male frowned slightly, opening his mouth to reassure the other. However, he was interrupted by the arrival of Torren, the younger member of the group scrambling up with a calm smile as he jokingly asked Feza to give him a chance. A soft chuckle left Aurum at this, and he gestured towards Torren as he rumbled, "Don't be so hasty, Feza. See? Others may want to participate, they might've just taken a bit to get here. Not everyone has as long of legs as me." He chuckled slightly before glancing at Crowley, gently touching his nose to the demon's head in an affectionate gesture and pressing their bodies warmly together before stepping away. He headed off in the direction of the fort Feza had indicated, shifting slowly into his undead hellhound form. A faint shiver ran down his spine at being back in the smaller and much more grotesque form, but he tried to shake it off, figuring he could deal with it for something as small as this. Once he was in position, the hellhound stretched out, yawning before barking to Feza, a toothy grin on his face, "I was wondering the same thing as Torren, actually. How are we going to figure out who gets the prize?" He wasn't actually too worried about the prize or what it was, considering he was mostly doing this to make Feza happy, but he doubted the other would be too happy if in the end they had no idea who to give the reward to. He was honestly deeply relieved that Torren had shown up when he had, since Aurum hadn't been sure how the hell he was going to salvage the situation with the crushed look on Feza's face. It had been pretty clear she hadn't wanted to face off against him alone, and it wasn't as if he could just conjure people up out of nowhere, so he had really been in a pickle. He'd have to thank the young prince later, if he could find him through all the snow.