Redhawk Caldera For one night I'm the hero

Maybe if you help me she can hear it. Caracal shot back, sticking out his tongue a second later. But he stopped and almost bit down on his tongue when Tierra made her second comment, one which made him puff up and stomp even more.

In Caracal's mind his mother was his idol; he loved his father too in the way that kids always love their parents, or whatever, but he certainly had a favorite. The thought that Towhee was gone because she was sick of him was a low blow.

NO SHE ISN'T! He bellows, launching himself at his sister's ruddy back. As soon as his pale chest connected with her shoulder he was scrambling to climb over her, straddling across her ribs.

It would have been an effective method for pinning someone down had Caracal been paying attention. Instead he sort-of wedged a foot against her kidney and hooked a foreleg over her face, so her nose was in his armpit.