Redhawk Caldera Coke is good for the soul. The soda, I mean.

Ash saw a smaller form scat right to him, and he didn't recognize any bit of the little dudette. A cute little thing, huffed and puffed at the taller male, but considering this one wasn't into flashy authority postures or 'I'm bigger than you, grr's, he lowered his crown to a polite height, though his ears flicked forward for the words coming from scamp.

"Oh, well, hey there. I'm just here for a good visit to friends. Is Flam- uh, Is Fox or Peregrine around? And if not, maybe Elwood, Or Finny-" 
He had almost gotten through it without a slip up, but he just couldn't see them as anything so formal as names. Everybody had a nickname, and he had already draped on on the little girl that came to rough him up. Lil' ole' Scamp.

"Finley?" he finished off, emeralds looking down at the unfamiliar but still kinda familiar in ways he hadn't comprehended, just yet.