Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

Fox had been somewhere between dreamworld and reality when Peregrine shouted, jumped to his feet, and left her on the cold, hard ground. "See what?" Fox demanded, quickly going from sweet and content to angry and annoyed. She blamed it on the hormones, of course, but it was anything but. With the tension in the air, Fox peered around with her one and a half eyes, wondering what on earth he had seen (if anything).

"You sure you aren't imagining things?" she asked. He was getting up there in age. Maybe he'd started to lose it completely. Hopefully that wouldn't affect his sperm count... or the quality of their children. She really didn't want the knock-off store branded Firebirds.