Nellie was quite intent on arriving in a timely manner, but ushering the Archer-Lyall brood wasn't in any way a simple feat. She tried being firm, she tried being friendly, she tried threatening, and begging. Unfortunately, for the shadowy girl, none of that seemed to goad them along any faster. After all, they'd just had their first taste of freedom, and she wasn't sure whether or not they were ready to give it up. So she tried to be patient with them, to nudge them forward gently, just to insure that each and every body made it to the borders of wherever there mother had found herself.

She wasn't sure who would be the bigger problem. Tilly, or Bojay. Her darker sister seemed to have a mind of her own.. and Bo? Well.. Nellie wasn't sure if he had a mind at all. Rolling her eyes, the Elenora realized that she must have been following his trail subconsciously, because as soon as the thought popped up in her mind, she found his mass strewn all over the crisp white snow. A mischievous twinkle lit up the pale yellow of her eyes as she bounded forward, ready to tackle him in his oh so careless state. She could be fun too.

Nellie went into the 'fight' thinking that she had the upper paw, and maybe at first she did, but almost instantaneously his limbs reached up to grab her. Maybe she could have escaped his grip by squirming backwards, but that was no fun. Instead, she mouthed at the fur around his chest, snapping, and gnashing anywhere her teeth could lightly find purchase, until @Bojay pulled her down into the snow. Once her head touched the puffy white blanket, all bets were off, as she threw her own inky limbs out to kick away from him. "Yer gotta be faster than tha'"

Nellie meant to shoot another retort in response, but Bojay's teeth were already around her. Well that wouldn't do. With a flash of her teeth, and the low vibration of a growl in her throat, the masked girl attempted to kick free of his grasp. Her intention was to loosen his grip so that she could roll away, and ready herself in a play bow.

The upward wag of her tail matched his own in this small battle of wills. Scuffling was good practice, and an even better way to release the pent up frustration she'd been harboring for the last few weeks.

Nellie mirrored his bounce, but her back legs remained firmly rooted to their place in the snow. He could come to her. That way she would have plenty of time to see his move, and counter it before he could strike. The firey youth waited until the distance between them was nearly gone before tucking her head downward, and to the side, allowing him to find purchase in her shoulder. Maybe that little success would be enough to throw him off from the real attack. As soon as she felt his teeth sink playfully into her coat, her head shot up in an attempt to nip at the tawny fur along the side of his neck.