Redhawk Caldera blake's got a new face.

OOC: You'll never get rid of me, na na na na boo boo!

IC: "You've been waiting for me, huh?" Elwood commented as he neared Finley's snowy perch. He dropped the squirrel into the powder next to her with a soft thump, then lowered himself onto his belly, mimicking her position. He propped himself up on his elbows, crossing his forepaws in front of him as he took a moment to gaze out over the landscape. This ridge had a nice view; he could see now why she was camped out here, despite her proclamations of boredom.

As for his murderous nature, he used his nose to nudge the squirrel toward her. "Twig's the name, and murder's the game," he quipped, offering her a bite of his quarry. He wasn't hungry at the moment, otherwise he likely would have devoured the small rodent in a few gulps. "You better watch out, princess; piss me off and you might be next," he added, giving her a pointed glance.