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

She couldn't say exactly how long she stood there clenching her jaws around his throat, but at some point, she released him. He continued to lay limp on the ground, and she giggled. "Oh Peregrine, stop being so dramatic, would you?" she jested, batting a paw at him. She could have sworn she saw him flinch, but the longer he remained eerily still, the faster her heart began to beat.

"Perry? Peregrine? Sweetie-pie?" Fox's voice became more frantic and the pitch higher the more she attempted to rouse him from "faking" his unconsciousness. "Perry, stop it!" she demanded, fear turning into anger. "Wake up, dammit!" Fox grabbed ahold of his tail and shook it around as a last resort. Surely that would wake him up. Her stomach was starting to roll, and she had a feeling all that pork was going to come bubbling up soon if her lover didn't open his goddamn eyes.