Redhawk Caldera That Butt, Though.

◆I still have no idea if El is comming, but if you read this El, jump in whenever you want to! :D◆



Rummaging in his stast of excess pistachios, he hear the thumping of footsteps above him, a thud, and a woof.
A visitor? Ouuuuuuuu, he was becoming known to the fam, woot.

Gingerly, he placed the leaf holding the unripened nut back in their drying station, and promptly padded his way back upstairs. Ears surveillance system was a go, and ..

oh, it was Flamin Femme Fatal, miss Fox.
Sweet, the Alpha babe, herself.

Stepping outside, the blond teen greeted her with the responsibility of respect and his usual jovial attitude.
He still hadn't realized he was filthy from the digging.

"Sup there, Fox? Bringin' gifts for little ol' meh?"