Redhawk Caldera the part you throw away

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Screech was tired of being caught unaware. He was a fool that needed to keep tabs on his surroundings and you'd have expected him to be better, all things considered, but he wasn't. So when the stranger's voice popped up out of nowhere the boy's spine spiked and his tail puffed, then lashed at his ankles. He whipped his head around and gave a dead-eye stare to the interloper, only to sort-of recognize him. Screech had never met Colt before but he could've sworn he looked familiar to someone else; this caught him off-guard more than anything, but forced him to pause and think for a second rather than bolt or, as he'd done in the past, make things worse.

Hey asshole, don't call me kid. Swish swish went his tail. Screech kicked one more stone before lurching away and began to make a slow escape, keeping his attention glued on the stranger while he watched the rock tumble and plop in to the lake.