Redhawk Caldera Say geronimo!

"We're both getting a bit antsy but she's otherwise feeling good. The pregnancy is treating her well," Peregrine reported. "They'll be here any day now, though..." He trailed off as he let that sink in for a moment. He was so looking forward to it but as the day drew near, he was also becoming more aware of how little free/down time he would have soon.

"Hey, wanna do something fun to celebrate my last few child-free days and your new and budding relationship?" Peregrine proposed suddenly. He stood, then motioned toward the icy slope below his perch. "Wanna go sledding, sans a sled?" he suggested daringly, feeling invigorated as a breath of wind blew a few more tufts of black fur away into the ether. "We might break our necks but... say geronimo!"

And with that, Peregrine leaped over the edge. He experienced a flashback to the day Fox had taken a spill; it had been the day that had sealed their fate as owners of the caldera. But the bittersweet memory was whipped away on the wind as he began to careen down the snowy mountainside, hooting and hollering and trying his best to stay upright. He managed that, though he began to spin to face backward, giving him a glimpse of Elwood's shrinking face above. He whooped and waved a paw, then used it to drag against the ground to swing around to face forward once more.