Redhawk Caldera You gotta know your limits with a boombox

His jaws split in a wide smile. Rue. . . Boo! He was tickled that the words rhymed. Maybe it'd change as he got older, but for now, the woman's name was interchangeable with the word. And then she mentioned more names, and his grin grew even wider. Cackle FWIEND! he insisted. 'N Oh-ee my Gramma.

Graceful and sinuous as a cat, Killdeer moved closer toward Ruenna and butted his muzzle against her shoulder. Boo, he repeated, a little softer this time. 

He looked back up at her and his eyes lit with recognition. Know you! he exclaimed, and backed up a little to give her a more appraising stare. You there when Gramma Oh-ee got owwy. He now remembered the slight she-wolf herding him back, keeping him away from the fray.