Magdalena slid off the rhino's back, landing in the snow with a slight stumble. However, she quickly leaned her weight against Nemesis to stabilize herself. As soon as she hit the ground she was met with the icy chill of the snow, a sensation that climbed her limbs and stung her paw pads. It was an incredibly powerful feeling, and her legs quaked for a moment. She shifted her weight between her paws, practically dancing on the snow. "Oh, how cold!" The girl shivered and sniffed. Nemesis' natural heat offered her a degree of comfort, so within a few minutes she found herself accustomed to the cold. The dog wagged her tail as she listened, pointing her muzzle to the direct front of herself. She did step forward a few paces until her nose touched the crisp snow of the snowman, making sure it was there. Then, she backpedaled, preparing her onslaught.
In a manner similar to her rhino friend, Magdalena scuffed her paw against the ground. She could feel it when Nemesis lowered her head, and she did too, dropping her front half. Her head swung and she snorted, attempting to look intimidating - it hardly worked, but you couldn't blame the girl for trying. Then she launched forward, bouncing a few paces over the ground and launching at the snowman. "Die snow-Fang, die!" Came her battle cry.
It was a little more compact than she expected, so when she collided with the snowman, she was met with surprising resistence. Her tiny body crashed into the snowman and instead of exploding it into a cloud of snowflakes like Nemesis, she ended up in a tangle of her own legs and paws, fumbling over the snowman now broken down into larger chunks all tumbling to the ground. Magdalena squeaked as her legs flailed and she tried to catch herself, only to slip on the ice and slide into another snowman. She had taken that one out too, finally coming to a halt as she lay in a mess among a pile of snow. Regardless of how catastrophic the assault had been, Magdalena straightened and shook the snow off her head as she sat up, giggling. "Did I get the right one?" She asked, probing for Nemesis' voice.
Magdalena shook her head as she popped out of the snow, dispelling chunks of thick white from her fur. Her jaws cracked open and tongue lolled out in a happy pant, and the girl struggled to free herself from the pile, stretching her legs and pulling herself out. She shook each part of her as it came free, first her neck and shoulders, then her rump, and finally her tail wagged furiously as she clambered to her paws and stood staring blindly at a nearby wall. As soon as she heard Nemesis' voice, she turned to face the rhino, tuning in to the familiar intone. Lips sealed in a smile, proud of herself. She had played with the snowman and managed to take it out! Idly she wondered how many more there would be before Nemesis spoke again.
She could feel the ground shaking with each heavy step the rhino took towards her. She explained her difficulty with detection, wondering out loud where the snowmen were coming from. Magdalena raised and cocked her head. "I can try," She answered with a nod. Magdalena didn't know how effective it would be, but something had to be making these snowmen - and if it was nearby, she might be able to find it. While Magdalena concentrated, she felt the rhino come near, and felt the heat coming off of her in waves. A gentle warmth that chased the biting cold chilling her skin. Magdalena smiled, appreciative of the warmth. She shifted closer and closed her eyes, pointing her nose out.
Focus. She could feel it, the pull of cultures; first her own churning and swelling, then Nemesis', quietly lingering nearby. But she probed past them, searching for what she did not know. For the unfamiliar. She surveyed for a pull she had never felt before, and through the tranquil reverberation of what lived in them and grew on the walls, she felt it. It was small, but alive. It was powerful. Magdalena swayed her head and slowly rose to her paws, following the pull. It was stronger than she'd ever felt and it was incredibly concentrated - it's energy nearly overwhelmed her. The dog walked, an awkward grace carrying her over the ice in her focus. "This way." She murmured without turning back to Nemesis. She kept going, past whatever snowmen remained, towards Orion. Beyond, more snowmen were crafted of the snow, reaching out even into the starry room.
(Exit mag? They go to another room maybe?)