Redhawk Caldera Betwixt her boners

Painstakingly slowly, he meandered down the slope in the direction of the lake, though he had no intention of breaching the borders. Before he even went too far, he paused between two bent pines and called sotto voce, "Yo, Fox?" He snickered to himself. "Where are you, babe? I could go for a little taste of your firecrot—" A quiet huff and an even quieter thump caused him to fall silent.

"Uh," Peregrine called out a moment later, jade eyes squinting through the dark, "Fox? That you?" But then he spotted the silhouette of a gray wolf with two feathery lumps at his feet. Nope, that definitely wasn't his mate. Peregrine blinked, feeling no embarrassment about his dirty talk but wondering who, exactly, he was looking at. "Can I help you?" he asked a bit edgily.