Redhawk Caldera The Way We Weren't

"Best of the best.  Hey, at least your trying."  His main beef with her was definitely that; well, mainly the fact that she couldn't take a joke, and that left Colt with the distinct lack of how to get along with her effectively.  He was the type of "make it or break it" with the sarcastic humor, and the few times they'd talked, it had definitely fallen flat.  He didn't have a hard time imagining other wolves taking issue as well.  "I'm friendly as the next guy, but some things take a leader." And he wasn't willing to go grey trying take over that thankless job, no siree.

Hold up, was Quixote implying..... hah!! He laughed, a single bark that trailed into more contained chuckling. "Not my type, besides, she's practically my niece.  Your all about the ambassadoring, sure you aren't up to the challenge?"  He was joking, but he did agree.  Towhee needed someone to help, if only to balance her with a little fucking lightheartedness.  "All the dudes in the world in this pack, and still...". Maybe they shouldn't only be hunting chicks on their outing.