Redhawk Caldera Dude, Don't Even. 《M rated, naughty words used. Maybe.》

What an odd fellow... Finley thought to herself as she watched him cry out and scramble up the try. It was rather hypocritical of her considering the unusual hijinx she usually was up to. Self-awareness had never really been much of her thing, though. Judgement, however, that was far more up her ally.

"Hm..." she replied thoughtfully, a grin slowly trickling across his face. Pulling herself to all four paws, she trotted over to begin circling the tree slowly. "I dunno. I'm trying to weigh my options here," she called up to him, giving him a playful smirk, "It seems to me that if I don't catch you, there's a very good chance that you'll fall and break your neck. In which case, I'd get some fresh meat--way tastier than a measly piece of fruit."

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