Redhawk Caldera Slow dancing society

"I d'no," Peregrine replied, rolling his shoulders. "It's not like you can overdo it though, right? We could pad the walls, the floor and the ceiling with furs... make it soft and insulated." He smiled, the tip of his tail twitching like a cat's. "No, I don't think I have. Show me."

He turned to face the den, assuming it was in there. He was surprised he hadn't felt it, if nothing else. Then again, it was usually dark by the time he came home each day and he just attributed all the softness and warmness in the den to his cuddly mate.