Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

Her hit connected, though a few seconds later, Raven was flat on her back in the snow. Little bursts of laughter squeezed out of her even as she used all four legs in an effort to push Lagan's weight off her. When that didn't prove particularly effective, she gave one last shove and then rolled, slipping to her feet in the process.

She considered taking off and challenging him to a race. But it was still snowing pretty heavily and Raven knew she could get lose easily. Lagan too. It wasn't worth the risk. Instead, the she-wolf immediately doubled back and playfully head-butted her young cousin in the ribs. It was barely a tap, certainly not enough velocity to get him off his feet.

"What do you say we take some snow back into the cave, show the Firebirds?" she suggested, panting and grateful for the exertion that had put some warmth in her blood.