Redhawk Caldera The crow flies straight

Tempest grinned at his sullen expression. She let a small laugh escape her maw as he sat up.

"How much do I have to pay you to get you to stop calling me Twiggy?"

She examained her paw for a second before she answered, looking at him as she sat back on her haunches as well. "Twiggy is priceless" she answered with a smirk. She pretended to be deep in thought before adding. "I suppose if you promise to be my slave forever, I could refrain from reminding you of you true name..."