[yeah, he's got an idea now, and he's suddenly focused. This is serious business. He doesn't really care about the cold in his fingers anymore; they're a little warmer now anyway from being in his sleeves for a bit. So he shoves them up again, frees his hands so he can work directly, and digs into the snow.
He splits the whole face in half down the middle. The mouth is now something more like a carnivorous plant than anything a natural animal would have. When it's finally big and monstrous enough, and built up to be structurally sound, he jabs a pair of eyeholes into its face on either side... then adds a couple more to make it look even less drakelike.
Finally, he shoots Robin a short glance and points at the ice-teeth still laying in the snow. Bring him those.]
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He splits the whole face in half down the middle. The mouth is now something more like a carnivorous plant than anything a natural animal would have. When it's finally big and monstrous enough, and built up to be structurally sound, he jabs a pair of eyeholes into its face on either side... then adds a couple more to make it look even less drakelike.
Finally, he shoots Robin a short glance and points at the ice-teeth still laying in the snow. Bring him those.]