Redhawk Caldera Daguerreotype

"You can call me anything you want, baby," Peregrine assured Fox, sidling alongside her and pressing his shoulder, then his hip, against hers. Of course, he was much taller, so it was more like his elbows rested against her. "I like that idea," he added in response to her suggested criteria. "You know what else I like? You." He snickered, bending down slightly to nuzzle her cheek.

He spent a few moments just making out with licking and nudging her, then proposed, "Well, if we're the Redhawks now, that makes you Mrs. Redhawk." Never mind that there would be several of those. That was sort of the whole idea! "Let's consummate this bitch, then go tell the kids and the rest of the family the good news."