The Heartwood Angel With A Shotgun

Whayyy what? Trouble? Now?? Couldn't he just charm a girl, in peace?

Following the russet, he kept close, the impending feeling of danger nearby prickling his ruff, and sending the rest of him on edge of paranoia.
And through the entire, he chastised the world for busting in on him tryin' ta not make a fool of himself in front of the beau.

Another whack to her face caused him to dash ahead of her.

"Ok, ok, this is what we're gonna do. I'm gonna shuffle us on over to my pack lands, and see exactly what you can offer RedHawk. If my muchacho darko Peregrine takes a liking to ya, he'll let you in, and im sure he can get the rest of the Caldera ta shoot us a bit of protection. Deal?"

His first attempt at recruiting. And he was with the hopeful recruitette, running for their lives through woods that led straight to the RHC, and from what, they didnt even know.
But it sounded badass, and though curiousity killed the hippie, saving the sweet thing behind him was a tad more important.