Redhawk Caldera The crow flies straight

Elwood watched as Tempest examined his quarry, seeming a bit disdainful. Her antics reminded him a lot of Somnia's, and he wondered if the two girls had spent any time together. Their friendship could spell trouble for him, and he could only imagine if Finley was added into the mix...

Speaking of Fin, Tempest approved the meal and then commanded him to eat -- calling him not Elwood, but Twiggy. Just as he started to roll his eyes, she promised that he had heard the last of the nickname; he looked at her skeptically. "I'm taking your word for it," he said, his voice a playful warning as he lowered himself to eat. He, too, tore at the fresh, warm carcass, spilling the rabbit's innards and lapping them up unceremoniously.

Once he had eaten his fill, he sat back and regarded Tempest once more. "So, I've completed your first two demands. What's the third?" he asked, bracing himself for something outrageous.