Redhawk Caldera as i walked through that storybook life.

It was with great delight that Gannet spotted his friend rising from the frozen ground in the distance; and that glee only grew when it seemed she didn't spot him at first.  Snow really was a delightful thing!  He began to speed up, wondering just how far he could get without her seeing.  This game could become an ambush!

But she noticed before he arrived, and instead of surprising her, he got to greet her face to face.  Well... face to snow.  She ducked into an effective bow that plowed a good amount of snow into his waiting and eager nose, and he blinked as the cold wet splattered over his muzzle.  

He began to laugh, near-silently (as usual), and swept a paw in an attempt to perhaps give some back.  He was so down for this game!  He playfully returned a growl, though it hardly sounded like it.  Too much laughter behind to really be effective.