Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

She gave him just the reaction he had been looking for, dropping her own serious expression and beginning to laugh with him. Elwood -- er, Twig -- leaned back to avoid her swinging paw, though she still managed to cuff him gently on the tip of his nose. "What can I say? I like Twig -- I feel like it really describes me. You really hit the nail on the head," he quipped with a shrug and a lopsided grin.

He laughed again, then exhaled contentedly, kneading his paws idly in the snow. "So what are you doing out here all alone, Bearfighter?" he asked, shifting the conversation to a slightly more normal topic. He was curious to get to know her; what made Finley tick? More accurately, what made her want to fight with bears?