Snow is good, snow is great, good snow let's eat! Dressed in a massive red sweater decorated with the gaudiest of pine trees and reindeer, Harrowheart sits on his haunches in his worgen form in a deep pile of snow that's slowly crunching down beneath his weight. In one handpaw he's got a bottle of maple syrup; in the other, a wooden skewer stick. He appears to be pouring the syrup into the snow and rolling the stick around it to create some kind of frozen syrup shish kebab. And... He eats it!

Reynard, this wolf guy's eatin' all your snow! Is that a compliment or an insult?