Redhawk Caldera Crunch time

He shook his head a few times and started to pull himself back together.  He would have probably have been amused about it too if he wasn't embarrassed -- he'd probably laugh about it after the war itself was over.  But instead he drooped his head, ears splayed as he shuffled back over to the stoat so he'd be able to pick it up and skitter away ASAP if necessary.

Yeah...  Uh.   I do not recommend having a foot shoved down your throat.  Or doing that again -- someone might bite it off.  He couldn't think of something better to say, so he sheepishly waited for her to calm down a little bit before he continued.  Sounds good to me. Sleep'll be good.  If you need to find me I'm probably gonna be down by my map things going over the details.  You know, living in a cave like a bat. Squeak squeak.

Either way, he still had his snack to finish before heading back since it seemed like he wasn't gonna get laughed out of the pack quite yet.  And if you wanna try out more techniques or whatever, gimme an idea of what it is so we could try to troubleshoot it.  It'd be much more useful, he thought, if they tried the same attack over and over to figure out how to get the ideal grip or escape, depending on the situation.

For now though, it was time for whatever remaining bits of conversation, finish his food, and time to go crash and recharge before the fight actually happened.  There was a lot of stuff ahead for them both.