Redhawk Caldera blake's got a new face.

Some of what her companion went on to say, she didn't find particularly hard to believe. Good swimmer? Yeah, sure. It was kind of hard to be bad at swimming, wasn't it? Good at finding pinecones? Again... yeah alright, though she was rather skeptical that he'd ever done the mundane task so earnestly that he'd gotten a nickname from it. Then again, he was a little quirky; maybe finding pinecones had been an obsession when he was a kid.

Four hundred and fifty-seven acorns? Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to imagine what a massive pile of nuts that would be, and she couldn't help but think that he'd probably choke and die on them at 50 let alone make it over 400. Which actually gave her a good idea for an immature crack she could make at him once he stopped showing off.

Jumping to the top of the Caldera in a single bound? Now that one she knew was too absurd to be true, which gave her reason to doubt all of his claims. And while she could think of plenty of ways that she could tease him in that moment, including a challenge for him to show just how many nuts he could choke on, she decided on something less obvious. "Pinecone Finder?" she repeated, quirking a brow with a smirk upon her muzzle, "Someone didn't stretch any creative brain muscles on that one, huh?"

Very gently she leaned down to poke the tip of her nose against the tip of his, unable to help herself since... well, it was right there. After a second she backed up and trotted back over to the little nook in the snow she'd dug out for herself to sit and wrap her plush tail around her cold toes, her attention returning to her friend once she'd settled in.