Redhawk Caldera Into jungles, into hell

When she moved to look, he lifted his head so that she could better see, and better clean them.  It stung a bit, and he grimaced, but he didn't complain.  He knew the cleaning at least was important; instinct said infection was a danger, and he couldn't really reach them himself.

He followed compliantly, but didn't immediately answer her question, if only because it perplexed the boy.  More about what happened? He'd already told her plainly.  Maybe she didn't hear.  "We chased him out," he repeated, head sliding to tilt sideways a bit when he looked at her.  Why all of the sudden did it seem no one understood the danger of intruders?