Redhawk Caldera perfect sky

"Did you think we'd be going somewhere?" Jaws questioned with a raised brow as she used a hind paw to dislodge debris that had fallen into her ear. He knew she had felt out of place and had upset the pack, so no doubt the young girl contemplated the stability of her future. But his question was more rhetorical than anything, as he did not give her more than a moment to respond. Jaws had been busy working the log and hauling her out of said log to respond to her earlier comment, but now that she was free he made his remark. "What sort of things do you prefer me to?" he challenged, a devilish glint in his eyes which were fixated upon her face. "Why do you prefer me?"