Redhawk Caldera Which someone must sail

Gannet was completely oblivious to his effect on Liffey, noting only with satisfaction that she leaned into him rather than away.  Into was better.  He was a physical being and contact was his favorite form of closeness.  He'd cuddle with just about anyone, anytime.

He laughed as she nipped at his chin, standing up and taking a step back; was she going for a game of wrestle?

No, she was looking for the bug.  Where did it go?  He looked around, curious, but didn't immediately see any sign.  Not much of a hunter yet, he cocked his head.  "Must have run away," he said with a half shrug, indicating he wasn't sure where it was now.  They could go look if she wanted! Or they could find another fun thing.