Redhawk Caldera You gotta know your limits with a boombox

He was placated by her attempt, even if deep down he knew she was feigning it. Killdeer giggled, sauntering up to her with a happily wagging tail. His chin tilted upward, muddled gold-blue eyes staring intently up at her.

Ass, he said, unaware that he was more or less cussing out his pack's co-leader. His lips stretched wide, curving into a smile. Whoyou?

He sniffed, nostrils flaring. She smelled like Towhee, so she must be okay.