Redhawk Caldera face the facts

He said and did nothing, even failing to answer her question— she did think about just turning and leaving, then, but Peregrine would have done so if he considered this encounter over. Magpie figured the best way to allow some of his ire to fade was to keep their conversations on his terms; from now on, he'd choose when they started and when they ended. She looked sullenly at her toes, then, unsure of what to do, until she realized she had forgotten an important part of her question. Tips of her ears burning— way to look like a moron while fighting to be worthy, Magpie— she clarified, "Er.. a favorite type of meat? What should I bring you while you're tending to the pups...?"

Way to open yourself up to an impossible challenge, kid. But she didn't quite realize what she was potentially offering, and instead waited eagerly for his answer— finally feeling like there was something she could do to stop the madness.