Redhawk Caldera Betwixt her boners

Night fell around the caldera and Peregrine slumped his way to the center of the rendezvous site. He stood there on three legs, looking sort of like an English Pointer, what with his leg crooked in the air and his muzzle pointed sharply at the pile of dozing puppies nearby. They looked so darling and innocent like that. Fuckin' fakers! Peregrine thought with impish vehemence. He watched them for a moment before turning carefully and sweeping his surroundings for any sign of @Fox.

They hadn't stolen many private moments lately and he suddenly craved his foxy lady in her little red dress. But he couldn't call her—not without disturbing the boys—so if he wanted to get on her body, he would have to locate it first. He began shuffling slowly toward the edge of the clearing, disappearing into the trees as he searched for his lady friend.