It was a little surprising when the humie disappeared, on account of they didn't usually do things like that. Rocket's ears flattened briefly, then popped back up and started to swivel, listening.

He didn't go back under the snow. Then he really would've been sunk. He hunkered down on all fours instead, ready to run and surreptitiously making four snowballs at once. (The ones from his feet would suck, but they'd be vaguely ball-shaped so it was fine.) And, while hunkering, engaged in a little trash talk. "Hey, guess what I got that you don't got? A workin' fuckin' nose! You think I need to see your bald ass?"