The two Redhawks weaved their way up to the top of the caldera as they chatted. She listened to his laughter as she informed him of her first meeting with Peregrine— so it seemed that it was very common around the Caldera, Eau de Skunk Spray and fart jokes. And humping between Fox and Peregrine. They seemed to be a rather... spunky Alpha pair.
But this was what she loved, what she would love. A great pack life, consisting of unfunny fart jokes, filled with unforgettable experiences and the introduction to live in the moment, if the Caldera would offer her that. And she would make sure she would work up to her name to achieve it.
Prima began to laugh at the mention of humping, her blue eyes bright and glimmering. The way practical the seemingly thoughtful, practical Elwood said it, humping, was somehow deadly hilarious. "God, I think I can imagine it. Yeah, another reason to add to my list to why I'm glad I've joined the Caldera.”
She nodded at his words about the pack customs he called the trades— so it seemed, gamekeeper and warden. The petite sterling girl vaguely remembered somebody mentioning something about the trades— the word was spoken before, though she was yet to fish the full informative paragraph out from the jumble that made up her mind. ”I'm sure I've heard of the trades, though I can't really recollect at the moment. What are the other options, rather than warden and gamekeeper? I'd love to work towards one of them, it'd be a great opportunity.” She smiled. ”Activities, well. I can't wait to attend them.”
