Redhawk Caldera With a tail as big as a kite

Elwood grinned at Eljay's response. "Like nothing," he proclaimed, and he was right. Snow didn't have a smell or a taste, and it melted as soon as it touched something warm. It was kind of a mysterious phenomenon, and yet it fell from the sky every year like clockwork, coating the landscape in its ethereal powder.

"It's called snow. It's frozen rain," the father explained, squinting and looking up at the grey clouds. A few snowflakes landed on his cheeks, promptly dissolving into his fur. "When the weather gets cold enough, it makes the raindrops turn into snowflakes. It'll stick to the ground and cover everything in winter."