Redhawk Caldera bidibodi bidibu

He looses a boyish laugh when she mentions the pack’s religiosity. Bushtit knows this lady is kidding around but he wonders if she knows just how well she’s chosen her bit. There are few things more absurd than a religious Redhawk. He snorts, tickled by the faux dubious look she gives him.

Shima Enaga Redhawk, he replies without missing a beat, unleashing a slightly smoldering look as he says his full government name. He grins as he adds, But most just call me Bushtit. What should I call you?

He’s happy to keep playing along, though he wonders just how deep this comedic rabbit hole goes. Bushtit’s mind flicks to those she-wolves who’d once tried to recruit him—as a spirit guardian, actually—and he snorts again. Oh, how the turntables.