Redhawk Caldera click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie.

His form relaxed, a sigh escaping him, at her words. He had feared his whole pelt was stained a blood-red, but a scratch couldn't possibly cause that. Though the pain did not fade just yet, he knew he was fine if the woman said so. He trusted her, perhaps more than he did himself, and could finally be sort of proud of his catch. He smiled.

I bet he'll like that... Okay. He nodded with a grin, raising his massive form, flinching when his paw touched the ground. He bit through the stinging pain, wanting to pick up the dead birds and follow Finley.