Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

OOC: This is such a fun thread! Also, my Thanksgiving break started today, therefore WINE. :D

IC: Elwood flexed his toes, imagining that he had huge, bear-like claws. In his mind, his teeth grew to at least three times their actual size, and his fur became brown and shaggy. However, Finley then shattered his daydream with an impression that was way, WAY better than his (though in reality, they probably looked identical, considering their matching pelts and stances).

As she growled menacingly at him, he toppled backward, feigning fear in an over-exaggerated attempt to escape the bear attack. His paws scuffled against the snow and he allowed himself to roll onto his pack, kicking his feet like a helpless turtle stuck on its back. With a yelp, he ducked and covered his face with his forepaws. "Oh, oh, please don't hurt me!" he yipped, cowering away from the Finleybear.