Redhawk Caldera In screaming color

She fell into conversation easily with him, as was expected. He was an easy fellow to get on with--friendly, smart and funny. Charming too, in his own goofy sort of way. Fin wagged her tail at the sound of him calling her "Bear", fondly remembering their little ursine showdown, or "Bear-Off" as I've just now decided to call it.

"Good thinking, but you've made one foolish mistake already," Fin quipped, "You're taking on a patrol without a cripple! What are you going to do if you get attacked and you don't have a gimp to throw at them while you run for it?" Fin shook her head, tutting at him. How dumb could you get?