Redhawk Caldera MY BOOODDYY'S TELLING ME YYYEEAAHHEHHH

"Or maybe he did not take you for a girl," Sasha stated flatly, not quite knowing the extent of what she was suggesting. She glanced at Trick, sizing him up to herself. Come to think of it, he actually was a lot smaller than she had thought, although most of her size was the fault of her immense amount of fur.

"I suppose you are right," Sasha smiled from the compliment. "If I had to describe you...I'd say you kind of look like a stick?" she suggested, again not aware of how being called a stick was probably not appreciated. "The beauty of a stick comes from everywhere too." She was making this worse for herself.

It was interesting how he viewed the Caldera. It was in a way she had never thought about; claustrophobic wasn't the first thing that came to her mind, but she could somewhat see what he meant. "At least it is beautiful," Sasha said, taking in her surroundings from the spot in which the two sat.