Redhawk Caldera hey child, stay wild

When he withdrew from the snow, T-mouse had darkened (at least across his face) to a strong slate gray. A dusting of snow clung to his cheeks and his ears were pinned back against his head. Overall, he was a shivering mess. He gasped for a breath of air and the sensation of it, plus the cold of a passing breeze, made his teeth chatter.

And behind him came Towhee. She ploughed in to his bottom and sent him sprawling back down upon the streak of yellow; Tit struggled to his feet and yowled with his screeching, crackling voice. When he whipped around to face his sister she was being scolded by Raven - and the boy joined in with a jeering, Teeeeheee!