do you wanna build a snowman?

Winter was strange.

To the crocodile, it felt as it the world turned to something foreign and alien. It was cold, and frozen water fell from the sky to coat everything in fluffy white. Being a reptile, it was hard not to give into the instinct to find someplace warm and curl up to sleep. Walks was determined though, to figure out the season and acclimate to it, as best as he could. His first attempt to venture outdoors saw him stepping outside in a minimal amount of clothing, as was his normal habit--which was a mistake.

After retreating to retrieve appropriate gear for the temperature, he wandered back outside, finding warmth and safety in a plush, thick jacket and multiple layers of clothing. Snow crunched beneath his booted feet as he took to meandering around the school's grounds, exploring and making mental notes about how winter affected the environment. During his journey he noticed various little figures being made out of snow by some of the students. Walks stopped to watch them work, one dark brow raised curiously.

It wasn't as if the werecroc was naive to the concept of effigies, but all the ones he was used to seeing were made out of sandstone or other materials. This...this snow seemed like a poor choice of it.

However, Walks was intrigued.

And so he decided to try his hand at it...Awkwardly rolling up large balls of snow to work to construct a snowman. The process really wasn't going as smoothly as it was for the students he had been watching. A low huff escaped him as he tried to get one of the smaller snow globes to rest atop the larger base one.

Despite the fact that he was so fixated on trying to get these slippery snow globes to sit atop one another, his senses were still quite open to his surroundings. They had to be, as most of the time he was always on guard, even when he was technically "off duty". So when he heard footsteps approaching, he slowly straightened his posture and glanced up, somewhat sluggish. Despite the fact that his human body was warm-blooded, all this cold made him feel kind of lethargic.

There was a small, human-looking person coming towards him. Walks blinked at her, eyes narrowing some as he looked them over during her approach. She didn't appear to be hostile, and she didn't smell dangerous, although...She had some strange scents about her. However, most people at the academy had some sort of odd smell about them so he simply filed away the detail for later.

As she came nearer, he crossed his arms over his chest idly, his brow furrowed minutely. After a short stretch of silence, he shifted his weight from one booted foot to the other, then nodded at his failed snowman.

"...You...know...how?" Each word came slowly, heavy and awkward like molasses on his tongue. He cocked his head to the side questioningly for added emphasis.

The reptile gave a slow nod of his head. He was thankful for the assistance. All the kids made the task seem so much easier than it was. His gold gaze drifted between the snowman-in-progress and the small human before him. Soon, she was telling him her name...Thankfully with a nickname to follow, as he wasn't sure he would have been able to do her name justice, and he didn't want to be disrespectful.

Walks raised one hand to his chest, "Pryhersobek," He responded smoothly, before continuing at his usual slow, methodical pace, "...Walks...with...Sobek," Here he gave a low, contemplative rumble, "'Walks'...OK too..."

Introductions taken care of, he fell silent once more, content to listen to Gen speak as she worked. Once she finished, he gave another slow nod and knelt down to start working on the middle sphere. With some work, he gathered enough to make a decent sized ball, but furrowed his brow slightly upon noticing that it was considerably more lumpy than the base.

He glanced over to Gen and cocked his head uncertainly.

The reptile nodded slowly as he listened to Gen speak, head cocking slightly to the side as he watched her work. A small, contemplative rumble reverberated from his throat. Once she was done with smoothing the globe out, he crouched down and hefted it up easily, to settle it atop the first snow ball acting as the base.

Once he was certain it was stable, he straightened up and cast a glance around at their surroundings, noting the other snowy effigies in the distance. Returning his gaze to Gen, he arched an eyebrow curiously, his attention lingering on her even as he knelt down to gather more snow.

"What...for...?" He queried finally, "They...Guard...School...or?"