Redhawk Caldera fast is good

Elwood raced down the hill behind his packmate, gaining speed as he descended. He didn't lose his footing and start to tumble like the other male, but the sting of the frigid air on his cheeks was exhilarating. Soon, they reached the bottom, and he slowed his pace, halting next to his companion. Small snowballs clung to the fur on his belly and legs, collected from the deep powder he had just surfed through.

He grinned his tail waving as he responded to the uniquely-colored male. "That was awesome; I think I want to go back to the top and try your technique," he said, glancing over his shoulder to the top of the ridge. Swimming back up through the snow would be difficult but not impossible, so he hoped this fellow was game. If not, he'd be sledding on his own. "I'm Elwood, by the way. You up for another round?"