Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

J'adore Lagan! :D

An unladylike snort escaped Raven as Lagan not only declared he would win but immediately dashed outside, clearly happy to rise to her indirect challenge. Her mouth opened in a wolfish laugh, pink tongue lolling, as she hopped to join him outside. It was still brutally cold, though if they were busy lobbing snowballs at one another, perhaps they could stave off frostbite.

With a playfully challenging bark, the Gamma hunched down and began scooping at the white powder with her toes. It was a little loose for this, yet it wasn't like she was going to form a perfect snowball with her feet. As soon as she had a proper glob mashed together, she stood up a little straighter, positioned her paw and then kicked it in Lagan's general direction.