Redhawk Caldera on the wings of a flea

When he heard someone call out to him, Caracal whipped his head toward the sound of her voice without slowing, much less stopping. "Zooming!" he hollered in reply, uncertain whether it was Tierra or Sphyra. With a whoop of laughter, he faced forward again, running straight ahead for a hundred yards or so before pivoting suddenly and rocketing back toward his sister.

He hardly slowed now, just enough to nip playfully at Sphyra's—yeah, he was 92% sure it was her—ruff before digging in his heels and picking up speed again. In case that wasn't enough to entice her, he flung his tail in the air, exposing the white underside like a flag that screamed, "Come and get me!"