Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

When she turned to nibble at her side, he felt certain it was an attempt to hide the grin that'd come to her features, but he'd not missed it, and it made him feel something lighten significantly in his chest. Try as she might to hide it, Fennec had looked quite pleased that he'd offered to consider staying at the Caldera- which served of course to influence him a bit more. If he'd had any doubt about whether or not she wanted him there before, it'd faded away significantly. She didn't comment, but she didn't need to. 

He would have preferred to have her come and live at the Glen with him- and if she had set up a garden at Bramblepoint, he could have pointed out that it was close enough to the Glen to stil be accessible from there as well- but he wasn't going to push his luck. He did, however, chuckle at the title she'd come up with, which did have a nice ring to it. "Fennec Redhawk, Witch of the Bramble." He said. He reached out to nip at the fur of her cheek again, and uttered a soft, fond growl as he did so, whispering "Beware the Briarwitch," in a low voice close to her ear.