Redhawk Caldera don't stop until your heart goes numb.

This felt familiar -- almost too familiar. As they toppled to the ground together, their limbs tangled, Elwood remembered all the other times they had wrestled with one another; especially the most recent. Though he was happy to be entwined with Finley once more, something inside him told him to be careful. He prepared himself to push her off, but she extracted herself on her own and bounded away.

He propped himself up on an elbow, pursuing her with his gaze, and was soon met with a pile of snow to the face. She was kicking it at him, an endless stream of powder that kept plopping against his muzzle and cheeks. He laughed, rolling onto his back again and letting his legs flail in the air. "I raise the white flag! You win!" he called, hoping to entice her to come closer.