Redhawk Caldera MY BOOODDYY'S TELLING ME YYYEEAAHHEHHH

He smirked and eventually genuinely laughed out loud as it all clicked in her mind. It could've been a joke- and maybe she saw it like that too- but it really had happened. Perhaps he was more of a guy to joke about feelings while simultaneously caring a lot. It didn't matter how long their chat had been and what had been his intentions, for now he could truly call someone his friend. It was weird, being bound to someone like this, but at the same time it felt really good. Perhaps Sasha was the first friend he ever made without having malicious intent. 

It's perfectly fine, flower. Sticks can be very useful for gathering cobwebs and organizing herbs. He reassured her. It was true- he had used sticks for the greatest part of his life for all his healing and poison business. He smiled. I've heard caribous are actually very regal, big and strong. I'd love to look just a little like them. He said. A guy he had met on his travels had told about one, and the picture in his head was something like a deer- but bigger.

The pleasure's all mine, Sasha. He said, repeating her name to show he had not forgotten. He lifted himself up with ease, moving from behind her with a swish of his tail- almost cat-like. If she would let him, he'd place a kiss on her cheek in goodbye. Goodnight, flower. He whispered in a low tone, then made his leave to wherever he would sleep that night.