Redhawk Caldera Let me tell you my story.

Gannet listened silently to the finish.  He knew the ending as well as he'd known the beginning, but he could listen to the same story a hundred times and be just as pleased, since every time it seemed something different could he thought about.  Towhee spoke about Peter and Stoat, and then Whip, and Gannet considered that only a few months ago he'd have been on that list as well.  

When she finished he smiled and thwacked the ground a time or two with his front paw appreciatively.  Then he stood and shook, stretching and preparing to head out the way he'd come.