Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah bumped her shoulder lightly with his nose, a laugh slipping out. You’re making me sound like some sort of knob, he said, eyes warm with amusement. I typically don’t sleep with women on the first date, you know. Consider yourself a catch.
He stretched his forelegs out, sinking deeper into the grass, still grinning. Thanks for the promotion, he added, glancing at Towhee. Resident sounds official. Does it actually mean anything different, or just a shiny new title to go with my stellar reputation?
His grin lingered, though his thoughts drifted. What would Trailhawk think if she heard that? She’d probably just smirk and tell him to focus on hunting. And then there was Amalia— the matriarch— who he hadn’t even met yet. She might not be thrilled to know her newest packmate had already tangled with one of the leaders.
He snorted softly to himself. And Alivia— another name he only knew in passing. She’d probably write him off as trouble before he even said hello.