Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

Peregrine seemed to snap out of it. Whether it was because of her words or his own realization, she did not know... but she also didn't care. He tore into the pork, and Fox began to do the same alongside him, growling occasionally when she thought he was getting too close. Her face was soon covered in pig meat, the sloppy mess dripping from her muzzle and spread all over her two front legs. She looked a right mess in the moonlight, scarfing down as much of the meat as she could handle.

Once she felt her belly was full of food, she nipped at Peregrine's rump. "Wanna play a game of chase the bajinga?" she asked, not realizing her misspoken word. Without waiting for him to reply, Fox sped off into the night, lurching herself over a log here, darting around a tree there, and generally going as fast as she could without eating a facefull of dirt in the process.