Redhawk Caldera Too cool for sküle

Cue vulgar Perry:

She made no reply to his witticism. Had he thrown her for a loop? His lips parted to say something else when the stranger scrambled away, muttering something under her breath. Peregrine blinked after her, though she didn't go far. Brows nearly lifting off his face, he gazed at the spot where she had disappeared, motionless until she reappeared and moved closer again.

Upon realizing what must have happened, the Alpha male burst out in loud, barking laughter. He wanted to reassure her that he didn't give a rat's ass about her bodily functions but he couldn't get it out right away. He could barely breathe. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), a recollection that involved Fox sobered him almost immediately.

"I had explosive diarrhea at a recent play session and, before that, I banged my wife at a feast. Both of them happened in front of the pack. That kind of thing doesn't faze me in the least. It's natural, so why the hell should we be ashamed?" he demanded curiously. "You'd think with a mouth like that, you wouldn't be embarrassed about a little piss and shit," he admonished with a laugh.