Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

Her mouth opened into a wider smile when her snowball struck Lagan smack dab in the face. She didn't get to enjoy her victory for long, though. He shot two in her direction and Raven not only got a face full but a mouthful of snow. She laughed and spluttered simultaneously, the white powder quickly melting against the heat of her tongue.

"Good aim or lucky aim?" she teased her cousin before whirling around suddenly. Instead of bothering to make shapely missiles, she simply started kicking waves of snow at her playmate.