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

There was a special thrill in running beside someone, their strides starting to match in rhythm. No sooner had this exhilarating phenomenon occurred than Reyes appeared to flag, falling a little more behind with every forward bound. Towhee was tempted to slow too, in order to maintain their flow, but this wasn't synchronized swimming. They were racing and she wanted to win!

Soon, he fell back entirely, disappearing from her side view. And Towhee galloped another fifty yards or so before glancing backward only to pull up short, her heels finally digging into the snow. She began to sink a little, so she widened her stance even as she whirled to face back the way she'd come. Quickly, she began to walk, seeing a reddish lump in the snow and not wanting to miss the opportunity to make fun of her downed rival.