Redhawk Caldera Creature, hold your tongue.

Knowing he could draw out such a reaction from someone, rather than the pain caused by his teeth or the barb of his words on occasion, brought Reyes more pleasure than he would ever admit.

The physicality of their relationship was something he did not have much experience with; so far all of his interactions had been the result of aggression, of spars, of traumas he dared not think about. The past few weeks had spun all that he knew on its head. Reyes couldn't fathom being this physically close to anyone except for Towhee, as she had made the effort to accept him over their time together. It was a unique position to be in.

When she pulled away he felt a childish burn, as if she meant to wound him, but it was a quick enough sensation that he could dismiss it as stupid; then she moved on to the cache and began to dig up the remains of a hare, so he slunk along after her. When she bowed her head to grab at its leg he smirked to himself, looking around in case anyone might see him — and reared up, playfully mounting the small of her back.