Redhawk Caldera Places that belong to you

OOC: All welcome! Elwood's feeling silly. :)

IC: A fair amount of snow had fallen overnight, and Elwood had woken with a cold blanket frosting the tips of his fur. He first opened one eye, then the other, and peered up through the patchwork of roots that comprised the "roof" of his den. Even with the added dirt, moss, and leaves he had used to fill in the holes, it seemed that there was still work to be done. He pursed his lips thoughtfully as he exited the burrow, stretching his hind limbs like a cat before circling around to study his handiwork.

Yes, it seemed that he would need figure out a way to make the overhang more solid, and he thought briefly of Somnia. Perhaps he would seek her out for some help. For now, though, he tilted his head back and watched as the clouds began to release another round of powder. His den construction could wait; Elwood wanted to play.

With a whoop, he dug his paws into the accumulation and raced away from his tree, skidding across the slippery landscape with reckless abandon. He zoomed around trees and shrubbery, his tail a gunmetal grey streak behind him. Deft paws carried him along snow-covered paths and then into uncharted areas, leaving fresh prints in his wake. The cold air stung his cheeks, and he loosed another cry just as he leapt over a fallen log and veered up the slope.