Redhawk Caldera And a voice, with the fear of a child, answers.

He ran; the thundering of his strides partially silenced by the snow as it churned around him. His body carved a trail where the snow was deepest but it did not last long. The ground evened out, he lunged, and Reyes was suddenly running atop the snow instead of through it.

He could feel the cold air whipping at his ears. More importantly he could hear Towhee behind him, chasing him, calling out with a bark and then falling in to pace behind him. After a few seconds Towhee's pace increased and Reyes slowed slightly, only to veer around a tree and off again at a ninety-degree angle. 

If Towhee could keep up then maybe Reyes would try a different tactic.