Silver had close to little experience with snow, if any at all. It would be a lie if he had said that he had seen snow in person before. So he was flying around the city with great curiosity when he woke up to find the world covered with snow. He noticed a familiar green-headed person under a tree and decided to stop by for a chat.

"What are you making?" He asked as he floated down to land onto the cold snow. His fur, if it did anything, made the cold more bearable for the silver hedgehog...