Redhawk Caldera Couldn't Forget You if I Tried

He didn't press the matter. Peregrine flopped down on the ground just beyond the den's mouth and grappled the frozen hare between his large black forepaws. He began to gnaw at its long hind feet, his eyes all the while flicking intermittently to his guest.

"On the subject of lurve, have you talked to Ashton yet?" he wondered between bites. He managed to snap off a decently sized chunk and began to chew on it. It was like chewing a gigantic, splintery ice cube. He fought the urge to gag and eventually choked it down. He had to bend over and lap up some snow to wash it down all the way.