Redhawk Caldera On trees and birds and fire

He would've swatted her upside the head if he hadn't chosen that moment to balance on three legs and direct a stream of urine at an innocent-looking stone in their path. "Shut the duck up, Fin," he quipped in reply to her continued jests. "And I've never given it much thought but I think they just have holes they rub together or something." He paused. "Ducking gross."

He grinned at her, officially cheered by their playful conversation. They were rounding the caldera now, the gigantic lake receding nearly out of sight. "Think we should name it? The big lake full of sexy, slutty, dickless ducks, I mean," he asked as they trotted along, stopping and starting as they left their calling cards.