Redhawk Caldera Mona Lisa: the original basic bitch

His nearly-not-floppy-but-still-slightly-floppy ears perked up; he heard Caracal say something that sounded like butts, but wasn't quite.

Fuhhh, Killdeer breathed, and giggled. A consonant or two short of Fennec putting the proverbial soap in his mouth. . .but he'd get there, especially with this pottymouth of an uncle. Fuhhhn busszz.

The laughing had worn him out. His eyelids were fluttering, and he let loose an enormous yawn, jaws gaping, eyes squinting momentarily shut. He peered out of one of these now, staring at the older boy, wondering just what he'd say next.

Somewhere between Caracal's next words and Killdeer's attempt at responding, the pup fell asleep, gently snoring in his utter but happy exhaustion.