Redhawk Caldera a n o a n a

Shenanigans started at the sudden sneeze, laughing and wrinkling her nose. That wasn’t the last of Bronco’s saliva’s involvement, it seemed. Shenanigans watched raptly as he mixed some drool in with the dry dust on the ground, creating a little glob of mud.

Gross! she observed, her tone of wonder a bit at odds with the word as she smiled in utter fascination.

She continued watching as he packed some of it behind what was left of his ear. Bronco then repositioned himself, explaining that the feather should stick in the makeshift clay he’d applied. Shenanigans blinked in amazement, then quickly plucked the feather off the ground and stuck it to him.

It worked! she shouted gleefully.