Redhawk Caldera I don't understand that reference.

"Aha..." Birk took in the sign Raven had shown him and then back down at the pup, who was still glaring at him. "Huh," he huffed and then shook his head, after having reached a resolution. "I have a feeling that this flicka is dead set of not liking me, no matter, what I do," he crossed his paws in front of him and regarded the little kid with an amused glance for a while.

"Are the rest just as friendly?" he turned his gaze away from the girl and back to Raven. "Anything I should watch out for?" he asked, resting his head between his outstretched forepaws and looking at the kid again with wagging tail.