Redhawk Caldera Say geronimo!

Peregrine's timing and execution was rather impressive, or so he thought as he swung around just in time to push off and hop over a bump in his path. He actually used it as a sort of springboard, yelling, "Bombs away!" as he hung some sweet air. He then hit the ground again, a cloud of sparkling white powder erupting around him as he gained more velocity and veritably hurtled down the mountainside at breakneck speed.

"Holy shi-i-it!" he yelled, wondering if he should hit the brakes, lest he kill himself just in time to miss the birth of his children. "Wheeeee!" he whooped, enjoying a last few seconds of runaway sledding before digging his forepaws into the snow. The friction was a bit painful, though his forward momentum slowed significantly. Once more, he found himself spinning around.

"Oh hey El!" he said, then yelled, "Oh fuck!" when he realized that the Beta male was heading right toward him at top speed. Impact was imminent. Peregrine saw his life flash before his eyes.