Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

Hoping to impress and placate Jubilee with a show of strength, Revolver trotted over and began digging through the snow, ice, and rubble. His paws were tough, even though they were a bit sore from walking, and his legs were strong. If he could just keep going, if he could hold on a little longer...

A weasel came tearing out of a juncture between the rocks. Revolver made a snap at it and missed before becoming distracted by the source of the food-smell. The weasel had been hiding near the half-crushed, half-eaten body of a possum.

Revolver wrinkled his nose and offered the meal silently to Jubilee, knowing he'd never hear the end of it if he ate before her.