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

She winced at his touch, but soon enough, Fox relaxed as his tongue swept at her wound. Peregrine suggested that they make up some silly story about a rabid werebunny that attacked her. "Would that be more or less believable than telling them the truth?" she asked with a grin. Fox had a feeling that nobody in the pack would believe them if she said she'd allowed Peregrine to rip open her shoulder. Would they believe Peregrine if he told the pack his mate had nearly choked him to death? :thinking_face:

Leaning into him, Fox let out a content sigh. Maybe they were a little bit fucked up (ok, more like a lot bit fucked up), but they were happy together. And maybe she would never really know if she loved him, but she sure as hell couldn't imagine what her life would be like without him. The Redhawks were legendary, and she had him to thank for that.