Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

It was a windy afternoon, which Peter had spent sleeping, feeling tired after the long morning of eating breakfast diligently and then hours of playing with his brothers. Usually his sleep was deep and he rarely heard or felt anything around him, therefore it was unusual, when a light touch of something landing on his muzzle woke him. His eyes flickered open, staring at the flat object (which was a leaf of a tree) in wonder and then let out a mighty: "Achoo!" 

The force of his sneeze blew the leave few feet away. Though still small, the instinct to chase anything that moved away from him was there and guided him now. Peter got to his feet, focused his gaze on the leaf and made a leap for it. And... did not get it, because at the same time the wind picked up his prey and blew it away from him. "Rawrff!" Peter barked and went after it.