Redhawk Caldera Puppies and Kitties

◆About that poll, anticipating Lynx. But who knows? ◆



Ash hadn't even planned to get out of his den today, but found himself wandering the Wilds, yet again. Wandering, while having a purpose. He had to find Halethorn Verries, the little red droplets that could be mistaken for the little red berries that finches commonly devoured during the winter time as a food source. But he was supposed to do it earlier, and slept it off, and earlier in the day, he was caught up screwing around with Somnia.
Again, he was smiling.
She did that to him.
More than he deserved, but she did it.

As he padded through the snowy terrain, he almost began to sing a fav song of his, before he noticed something golden in the distance. Closing the space, recognized the sight.
A lynx.

"Hey there, cool cat, whatcha diggin down?"

Ash knew felines to be very scatty animals, but Lynxs, bobcats, and every other wild feline proved him wrong, again and again. They usually were quite brash, and didnt typically run away at a threat, but moreso challenged it.
What would this kitty do?

Vibrant emeralds studied the beautifully pelted animalia, and he awaited a response from the thing who scarfed down food as voraciously as a newborn pup.