Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

Lagan fell over laughing, quite literally. He plopped himself down in the snow and rolled around in it, not even the cold could stop him from reveling in his victory. He sat up when Raven started talking, Good aim or lucky aim? she asked. Lagan smiled and wagged his tail. Umm great aim obvious-oof! He started to taunt her when all of a sudden his mouth was full of snow! He started to spit it out, when he had a great idea. His cheeks still packed full of snow, he rushed towards Raven at full speed.

When finally he got close enough, he spat it all out onto her, sprinkling her black coat with white. He stood there with a boyish smile upon his fluffy face, waiting anxiously for the older girl to make her next move.