Redhawk Caldera A greatness at the cost of goodness

I hyperventilated earlier when we had no active threads.

Right at the penultimate moment, someone yelled, "Hey!" and Peregrine's lost his focus for all of two seconds. In the meantime, the rabbit zigzagged out of reach. He glanced back at the retreating cottontail with a frown on his lips, though he turned when his mate flanked him and offered her a nudge and a shrug.

"Lost cause," he said simply, then eyed the angrily gobbling turkey she'd been heckling. "I like that we were simultaneously pestering the native wildlife. Did you really let him beat you up?" Peregrine teased, noting the ruffled fur on her shoulder. "Want me to make him pay, pretty lady?"