Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

It was amusing for him to think that Fennec saw him as a completely, 100% nice wolf. He squinted when she blew a puff of air into his face, wrinkling his nose in playful distaste. She then offered what he considered to be a defense for taking a walk on the not-so-nice side, and being perhaps a bit more honest and up front about others. It made him smile a bit, but he wasn't about to burst her bubble by telling her that he thought she was a nice wolf too. She seemed to take some pride in being more 'real.' 

"What, you really think that I don't have a shit-list? C'maaan, Fen," He said. "How 'bout this; I give you three names, you give me three names; and we can both count my Mom off the list because we both already know she's a bitch." He said. "Penn too," He added, spitefully. He was definitely near the top of their mutual shit-list. "I'd say...Elfie, Nyra and Mal." He said. He wasn't sure Fennec would know the second and third name, but he suspected she would remember Elfie. "Your turn." He said.