Redhawk Caldera It's going to be a bumpy night

I was going to comment in my last post (and forgot) that I've always loved the quote you have for her under her name, and now I see you have changed it lol.

He flicked an ear as she threatened him, and flicked it again as she repeated that threat, but his expression remained unblinking, his face an utterly unconcerned portrait. If he had the slightest respect or affection for his cousin species, he may have admired her boldness, her spirit, but he had none of those things. "What have you been told about coyotes?" he questioned with a twitch of his brow. He already knew, but regardless. Briefly, his eyes shifted to the large male, attentive to any slight change that may indicate he was waking.