Redhawk Caldera i was twelve years old and bullet proof

There was little left to the fern by the time Ferret had finished assaulting it. In fact, it was hard to discern that the scraps of chewed and slobbery foliage had been a fern at all. His brother's whistling question caused his head to jerk up, and with greenery stuck between his teeth and poking out from beneath his black lips he turned to face Peter. Ferret's ears splayed sideways; his brother was always following him around, much to his annoyance.

Still in land-bearing crocodile mode, the bandit charged his littermate without warning. Growling and barking he leaped, black forelegs outstretched as he went for a tackle-pin combo.