Redhawk Caldera Snow Squalls

Note on Jan. 27: I'm going to conclude and archive this.

His plan seemed to work, as Tempest soon backed away from the tree, working her stiffened jaw. My job here is done, Peregrine thought smugly, though he didn't up and leave just yet, even with his randy mate sleeping nearby.

"Welcome. Are your teeth okay? I know a couple good dentists but they're not in our insurance network," he joked. "I can take a look," he offered. He could check to see if Tempest had any broken teeth, then maybe Ashton or someone would be able to help if there were any.

Fortunately, Tempest's choppers were intact. With a yawn and a mumble of, "'s all good. I'ma go back to bed now..." Peregrine made a sleepy gesture, then slumped back uphill to rejoin his foxy mate.