Redhawk Caldera On trees and birds and fire

Sure thing! Let's have another soon. :)

She began to sulk off like a scolded child destined for bathtime, Peregrine grinning and snickering after her. With their new homestead, it seemed their dynamic had changed; now she was running off rather than the other way around. Somehow, though, she was still the one in a pickle... a really shitty pickle.

When Finley paused and rebuked him, he grinned wider and nodded as if respecting this request. But as she began to lope away into the distance, he shouted at the very top of his lungs, "GOOD LUCK AND SEE YOU LATER, SHITLEY!" With a loud, barking laugh, he spun and resumed his patrol.