Redhawk Caldera on the wings of a flea

A little squeak escaped him when he glanced over his shoulder to see Sphyra charging after him. Now he tucked his tail between his legs even as he picked up the pace, his tongue lolling from his mouth in a wolfish grin. Chances were he was going to get absolutely clobbered by his sister, though he would definitely give her a run for her money first!

Without warning, he darted for the nearby slope, gravity and velocity handshaking to give him a burst of breakneck speed. As a matter of fact, Caracal felt a little like he was losing control of it, though he resisted the urge to dig his heels into the ground. Instead, he continued careening down the hillside, letting out a whoop of laughter as he went.