Redhawk Caldera Five golden rings

AUGH my dog won't stop farting x_x

Elwood thought that he was a good tracker -- he was quite proud of his recently earned gamekeeper trade -- but even the best hunters could be fooled sometimes. He followed Finley's scent along the slope of the mountain, focusing so much with his nose that he forgot to look up and glance around every now and then. The trail was getting warmer and warmer, and he knew that he would find her at any moment! Things could have not played out better for the Beta female, though: as Elwood sniffed, he turned his back to where she was presently located, completely unaware that she was hidden in the greenery right behind him.

There was a telltale rustling, and he started to turn around, but it was too late. The weight of Finley's body collided with him, knocking him to the ground -- this time not because he allowed her to have the upper hand, but because she actually had it. She had managed to completely surprise him, and he collapsed into the soft powder, sending snowflakes up in a spray.

"HEY!" Elwood cried, spitting out a mouthful of snow as he protested. "I was supposed to sneak up on you, dammit," he said, acting perturbed -- but in reality, he didn't care. Even if his plan hadn't panned out, he was still with her, which was just what he wanted.