Redhawk Caldera That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world

Her hind legs seemed to go faster than her forelegs; at some point, Fiadh tripped over her own snowball and ended up face-first in a snowbank. This did nothing to quell her bright mood, but instead, she rolled and frolicked on her back in the snow, at least until the sound of someone approaching made her snap her head up and look around. Her ears panned side-to-side as she beamed around the rendezvous—after all, there was no one she wouldn't be glad to see—and finally her sights landed on Clover.

"Clo!" she said brightly, righting herself and shaking mightily to rid her fur of clinging snow. "Look what I made!" with three bounding steps, Fiadh bounced her way back over to the lopsided snowball and stood proudly by it, tail whipping excitedly behind her.