Redhawk Caldera i was twelve years old and bullet proof

Peter kept coughing and Ferret kept laughing, going so far as to roll on the ground and stamp his paws. He now had a new tool in his toolbox, and his brother could count on being spat on the next time Ferret deemed fit, but for now, the smaller of the pair had enough. Peter, now over his fit, got up and left, leaving Ferret to stop his guffawing abruptly with a sharp and surprised huh! as he opened his eyes to see Peter's back as the boy walked away.

Ferret snorted, turned around and stuck up his tail and he marbled back toward the brush he had been attacking, feeling triumphant and cocky. His brother could leave; he didn't care.