Redhawk Caldera She Deceives, He's Naïve. [iC Joining]

The fiery female heard his case, and for that alone, he was grateful. He reminded himself to thank her for that later. However, when she referred to his medical practices as 'voodoo', he felt a small pang of hurt. It was voodoo to help others? A taboo to assist another in keeping their life? Was it a sin to be a doctor?
Was it frowned up on?

Snapping back to current attention, he focused on the girl he had brought along.
The one who didn't even bother to plead her own life. To recieve the help anyone deserved. She didn't even seem to be listening to her life being thrown away!
She was a fucking mute too!

The urge to bristle his golden ruff was strong. But patience was one of his strongest suites, so instead of being angry, he was glad. He was appreciative of the ember's commands for him to take the broad away. Ungrateful.
Absolutely pathetic. He was tired of trying to recruit ignorant and idiotic wolves who couldn't even speak for their damn selves.
Oh, yes, he had a shitload of stuff to tell Fireball.

Leaving the side of the agouti, he approached the fire fae, and bent down, gently applying his soft nose to the sharp tips of her claws, in a sign of trust and reliance.
Picking himself back up, he spoke to her, a surprising smile on his maw.
Sometimes, being told no is a good thing, ya know?
Softly, he murmured to her,

"Thank ya, Fox. You really are an admirable leader. "

Stepping back, the golden hippie cleated his throat, and spoke a minor decibel louder. Addressing the Alphess.

"Would you like I escort her back, or let her find her own way, Fox?"