Redhawk Caldera Falco peregrinus

Oh? This was his lawn now was it? She glanced around. Well. It was certainly in need of a significant amount of grooming. His lawn. Pfft. If he was alpha here, then she was the queen of Sheba. No male could possibly rise to such a rank. It simply wasn't the way of things. As such, she looked passed him to see if there were any females lingering in the nearby woodworks. No? A pity. It appeared as though she'd be dealing with him or rather his teeth.

"That's a dirty word," she sputtered, though she had quite a colorful vocabulary herself. Nevertheless, she took a few paces backwards and stepped into a patch of dirt where the grass did not grow. "Satisfied?" she asked, shuffling her furs upon her shoulders. It still stung where his teeth had connected, but she would live and her pelt would grow back just as thick in that place.

"Is this Redflock Riviera? And if so, did Bastien make it home safely?" There. She'd combined two questions in this instance and hopefully at least one of them would be answered.