Redhawk Caldera perfect sky

"Glad you prefer me to a bear,"  he replied humourlessly. "I think I prefer you to a lot of things," Grimm flirted from her musty home, unsure what to make of his tone but choosing to plough on despite it. She recalled the conclusion of their last encounter with clarity, and the thought of it filled her with a schoolgirl brand of giddiness. 

The log came apart between Jaws'.. jaws, and after a few tugs, a heave, and a squeal, Grimm was free. She shook the debris from her dark ruff, losing spittle through her openly smiling mouth in the process. "Thanks dude," she chirped, raising the bleached hind leg to scratch crap out of her ear whilst speaking to him. "So we're both still here! That's pretty good going."