Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

Penn let go of her limb the moment she went down. It quickly became apparent that she wasn't going to be getting back up, so he was satisfied. He too rolled onto his stomach and looked over at her, finding himself lying parallel to her with a few feet between them.

She shrieked at him like a harpy. He flattened his ears in annoyance as he frowned at her. "I brought you a fucking gift," he spat back, angry. Weren't bitches supposed to like gifts? "Damn, woman. Control yourself." He didn't say anything else for now, just glared at her. He wasn't about to offer anything else up unless pressed.