Redhawk Caldera vividly

His cannonball plan was derailed by a fiery she-demon; rising, spitting, from depths unseen. The stranger gave appropriate pause, his tail low and waving in tentative slowness. He licked his lips, knowing her to be he source of the scent— his intended target— but his ears pulled back as he recognized her position of power in this matter. She was alone, which meant he didn't have to fight another male for her, only make himself worthy of the position to take her. He didn't speak, not prone to conversation in the least, but edged forward still, his nose and ears lifting forward in naked interest.

His tail wagged a little faster, and his sinewy body quivered in anticipation as he tensely angled himself sideways, his body language beckoning her forward to take advantage.