Redhawk Caldera A greatness at the cost of goodness

“Gross,” Fox muttered when Peregrine subjected her to his less than kosher thoughts on what he thought the turkey's face looked like. She scrunched up her face, even as he stalked his prey, and watched amused as he moved toward it. There was no need for an element of surprise, especially considering Fox had just been heckling the bird who weighed close to a third of her own body. When it began to peck at him on all sides, she took a quickened step forward, but stopped just as soon as she had begun. He was in no danger, and she had to admit that watching him struggle with the turkey was more amusing than worrisome. She had thought he might tear its entire head off, but he kept it intact, and the bird quickly lost consciousness due to loss of blood.

“Not too bad,” she replied, eyes immediately narrowing in on his scratched muzzle. Without asking for permission, she licked the top of it, pushing her tongue across his nose a few times to get the majority of the blood off of it. “Does this mean we match?” she asked with a goofy grin, jutting her own gashed muzzle out toward him.