Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

Lagan beamed at Raven's compliment, and with a jubilant smile on his face, he turned his head to look at the pups inside. He would do his best to be a great uncle. Just like Uncle Pee was. Good. He hummed contently, glad to know that Raven approved of him as an uncle for her brothers and sisters. He didn't speak next, for once he was content to just sit, but when Raven brought up a snowball fight he flew to his oversized feet. I'll win! He roared, rushing outside of the cave and into the snow.

The moment his feet touched the cold, he sort of regretted it. He pranced about from paw to paw for a moment, then turned back to Raven. Come on! Don't be a b-baby! He said with a shiver. He shook the cold off his pelt, determined to play- and win.