Redhawk Caldera The crow flies straight

The mottled grey male's eyes widened as Tempest made her third and final demand. She teased him before laying it out, emphasizing the danger of the situation. What in the world could she be planning?

When she finally revealed her intentions, daring him to interrupt Fox and Peregrine's endless coitus by singing, he immediately burst into laughter. The image was hilarious in his mind, but he strongly felt that his life would be ended if he tried to do something so daring and risky.

"You're right, that's definitely a dangerous task," he said between chuckles. "I can't make any promises, but I'll see what I can do." Truthfully, he wouldn't be going anywhere near the Redleaf-DiSarinno den for quite a while; Peregrine had already given him a few murderous glances during the pack activity, so Elwood was planning to keep his distance.

"If I'm successful, I'll come tell you," he added. "I gotta go, though -- I'll see you later." He flashed his new friend a smile, then trotted in the direction of his den.