He hadn’t been around for Snowbound’s downfall, but he’d heard enough rumor to know the basics of that mark in history. Arthur was a man of the more serious side, so he wouldn’t much contribute to having fun. He wouldn’t dare tell that it was more the social anxieties he had if anything. These people were still strangers to him and he found himself reluctant to be comfortable around them. The black sheep in a herd, if you will. And it only planted the longing for home further in his gut until he ached. The wolf’s silent moping would only finally be broken when he felt the cold chiil of snow on his neck— struck by Anael, who he was quick to lock eyes with. Arthur bristled just a bit, eyes wide with surprise before narrowing into slits. It was all too easy to assume he was upset with the girl until he formed a messy snowball of his own and hurled it right back at her, ducking his head to hide the smile that had begun to creep on his face.