Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

I'ma wrap up! :D

Lagan's enthusiasm was so infectious. Raven grinned, tail beating back and forth, when he responded positively to her suggestion, then embellished on it. "Sounds good to me," she replied warmly, feinting in his direction but only nipping affectionately his cheek.

Raven then spun lithely on a black heel, kicking snow toward the cave's entrance. Much of it wouldn't make it in there, yet they could accumulate a smile pile in the doorway. Hopefully the other pups would be a little more enthusiastic than the stoic "Teehee."