Redhawk Caldera 'Tis the Season to Be Jolly

The evil queen wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily; as soon as Elwood's tongue poked out of his mouth, she started shouting again, determined to punish him for his actions. He grinned despite himself, though his expression quickly melted as she scooped up a pile of snow and shared her intentions. She was going to smash it in his face!

He gasped. Not only was she going to throw the cold, wet powder at him, but she also simultaneously owned up to being the wolf who had flung pumpkin at him at the last pack activity. The scene had been so chaotic that he had never found the culprit, but it was all so clear now. Of course it was Somnia! As she tossed the snowball in his direction, he attempted to duck but didn't move quick enough. Her ammo hit its target, splattering against his cheek.

"Now you've done it!" he yelped, dragging both forepaws through the snow and sending up a spray aimed at Somnia. He didn't waste time making snowballs; he wanted to hit her with as much snow as possible!