Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

His efforts to goad his brother into moving backfired. Not only did it not work, it caused Peter to completely balk at the idea. He crawled off and looked away. Ferret gripped the soil with this nails, drawing in a tense breath as he glowered at Peter. He was done. He had tried, and his bucket of patience was completely empty. With a snort, the bandit turned away, and kicked soil back toward his sibling with his hind paws, before he started up the bank on his own. Upon reaching the top, he would head back home, with or without his snivelling brother.