Redhawk Caldera [m] old year absolutions

Roz could probably count on one paw the number of times she'd run into a lover more than twice, and this among them.  Despite her desire to have left without doing so, she was undoubtedly pleased to see Red.  Their meetings had a simplistic carnality, and a free quality, that hers and Kitten's had never possessed.  Red never expected more than the moment, one that Ros was happy to give (and to take).  She wasn't sure why she'd expected it to be different in meeting on Red's own borders.

"And what a lovely day it is, now," Roz responded easily, appreciatively catching the taste on the air.  She grinned, a devil waking behind her eyes as she moved closer as well.  "Keeping yourself occupied?"  There was a suggestive note behind it - likely at least one of her pack's males was driven mad.  If it were Roz, she would have skipped the borders by now... but it seemed Red was a different sort of creature than she.