Ouroboros Spine do your best or do your worst

what valiant perhaps did not know about peregrine was that he saw himself as no older than galana. he was no man, hardly even a boy; no husband nor father, and certainly not much of a second hunter. at least not yet.
but he was trying. he was learning! and so, when valiant called for his aid, the redhawk man came to him coolly through the winding shadows of the tree line, evidently intrigued and somewhat suspicious. in his mouth was a twig which served as a toothpick, and upon his face, a brow quirked.
you rang? he greets as casually as he can, giving a soft swish of his tail to dispel any awkwardness.