The Lucky Son Meets A Lone Wolf

There was snow. And in that snow, prowled the predator of the tundra, the Snow-Throwing Wolf. It wasn't blizzardy enough to really hide in here, but there were plenty of roof tops and alleyways to scurry in. Also there seemed to be a distinct lack of people to throw snow at, which made hunting a bit lame. However, she did eventually catch one kiddo in her territory, and so the wolf stalked him, surprisingly subtle considering her general outlook and behavior. The hairband around her wrist itched, but The Snow-Throwing Wolf ignored it, it was important, apparently.

Eventually, the kiddo stopped moving, and sat down, which presented the perfect moment. Bunching the snow up into a compact ball, she aimed, and then let loose from the alleyway, the snowball soaring dam quick and would hit like it had been packed with rocks. It hadn't, which would come to light as it dissolved into nothing but snow, but The Snow Throwing Wolf had trouble with restraint, which was why she was wearing the hairband. If the ball hit, which was likely considering it's speed and the kid's lack of knowing the ball was coming, then the Wolf would have a little celebration.

A cheery shout that sounded as much bark as it did laugh. And then it would be followed by an evil laugh.
"BWU-BWU-BWU-BWU! You have been marked by the Snow-Throwing Wolf. This Wolf will throw snow until appeased! Now, flee in fear, or come forth in bravery!" She exclaimed, throwing her head back and letting out another barking laugh. Her tail swished behind her, and she seemed mixed somewhere between having great fun with the snowball, and being deadly serious about exploiting people with snowballs. That was, after all, the girl's whole shtick.