Redhawk Caldera chew you up and spit you out

Yeah well, someone should really remove the stick that's up his ass. Or whatever he's got hidden up there. Dove replied, her words tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them. She thought about making a comment about Peregrine's love of shlong, but, that was still unconfirmed - and something that made very little sense to her. So she opted for simply bad-talking the tall, dark, and loathsome man.

I don't know what made Fox fall for him. Maybe she's keen on the size difference or something, The girl wiggled her brow a bit at this, speaking mostly in jest, but as she so obnoxiously remarked about Peregrine's esteemed manhood — speak of the devil! There... He was... Coming out from behind a tree. For a second Dove's expression was frozen, her brows locked in a high position. Peregrine glanced to the dark-furred girl first, which for some inexplicable reason made Dove want to step between them — he was calm, collected, but cold.

Peregrine! Hello, The forced glee upon seeing the rival for her own sibling's affection was quite obvious, but Dove would not relent. She stepped towards him (sort of sideways, half cutting his view off from Magpie), and batted her tail in a friendly manner. How is your uh, day going? Found any miscreants upon your borders, or um... Anything? She realized afterwards that such a question was probably in poor taste.