Redhawk Caldera fast is good

Theseus was happily sliding down the hill of snow, occasionally stumbling and nearly falling which just increased the thrill of it. A voice caught his attention, it was unfamiliar and not one that he'd ever heard before. But the scent he caught was strongly Caldera, which meant a packmate he had yet to meet. But it was too much fun to stop now, and seeing the end was near. Like the end of the hillside, not like the end of his life. Bro, this could be seriously confusing sometimes.

The two toned male braked expertly at the bottom of the mountain, a wide grin spreading across his features as he shook the snow from his fur and turned around to greet whoever called out. It was indeed someone he had not met before and wondered immediately if he was of high rank. "Yo, whatsup dude!" he grinned, not really caring unless the other wolf demanded respect like Finley did. "Great ride wasn't it?"