Redhawk Caldera Year in review [m]

A clatter arose nearby and Peregrine turned, ears pricked, and then exchanged a few glances with Fox before they moved forth to investigate the sound. Tempest was at the bottom of a steep decline, shaking the dust from her pelt as she collected herself following her tumble.

"Oh, it's just Tempest," he remarked to Fox. "She falls a lot and gets her mouth stuck to trees." His tail waved and he called, "Hi, Tempest! Did'ja break anything?"

Speaking of bones, though, Peregrine made no effort to slide downhill to help her, lest he accidentally terrorize her with his. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Fox he had a big bone for her and humping his mate's face hadn't exactly helped matters. He didn't want to get rid of it, either, not when Fox was ready and willing.

"Yo, we're gonna screw now," he called down to Tempest. It was a friendly warning, in case she wanted to make herself scarce. Or watch. Whatever she wanted to do, it wasn't going to stop him.