Redhawk Caldera Woes vs. whoas

He seemed disgruntled about her question, which earned a little laugh from her. "Sorry, sorry," she said, not bothering to explain that she couldn't have known. He was just a puppy. "It's nice to meet you, Jack. And thanks for the compliment," she added, black tail waving.

His vehement request took her totally by surprise. Her brow furrowed and she glanced at Peregrine, who was busy attempting to drown Ferret in the puddle now while Gannet looked on with an inscrutable expression. They wouldn't be any help, so her amber eyes drifted back to Jack's face and she frowned apologetically.

"I don't actually live here. I'm only visiting. I have a whole life in my pack to the north." She paused, blinked. "But I'm a scout by trade, so it's in my job description to travel. I'll try to visit when I can." Though they'd only just met, she meant it sincerely. It was so good to catch up with the Redhawks, now including the youngest generation. "How come you want me to stay so bad? Am I really that cool?" Wildfire wondered teasingly.