Redhawk Caldera euro trash girl

Peregrine continued drinking as his mate vented, keeping one black ear cocked in her direction so she knew she had his attention. When she finished, he finally lifted his head and licked the stray droplets from his chops. Before he spoke, he gave her a sympathetic nudge and an affectionate nibble to the curve of her neck.

"The coyote looked absolutely desperate and I think that's the only reason she took the risk. I'm not sure about the others. Some folks are just outright stupid, though," he opined with a shrug. "Between you and me—not to mention the rest of the pack—they don't stand a chance," he reminded her, his eyes flashing.

"All right, I guess. I have a little headache, presumably from the kick I took the other day," he reported. He'd told her about the failed hunt with Somnia and Elwood, of course. "I got to spend a bit of time with Finley. I'm glad she seems to be getting better every day. I can't wait until she's fully healed and I can return to kicking her ass on the reg," he quipped with a wave of his tail.