Redhawk Caldera fast is good

Elwood was tending to a cache near his den, one that he had recently dug up and begun to fill. There were only a few bones and the leftovers from a rabbit carcass, so he hoped to add more to it soon. Carefully, he used his paws to bury the food; he had placed a few flat rocks over top of it, and now he swept dirt and snow across the stones to conceal them.

A commotion from nearby drew his attention; there was a thump, then the sound of crunching snow, followed by a shout. His ears stood tall on his head as he got to his feet and trotted towards the source of the sound. He drew up short when a blur of two-toned fur careened past him, sliding down the mountainside. "Hey!" he called after the sledding stranger, taking a few big leaps that carried him through the snowdrifts behind the other wolf.