Redhawk Caldera Michael Bolton, we're really gonna need you to focus up

A shadow appeared at the edge of the clearing, and it was only as she came closer and her scent emerged that Killdeer recognized the woman through sleepy, half-lidded eyes. He scrabbled to his paws, half-tripping over himself in the effort to get to her.

OHH-EEEEE! he exclaimed, sending dirt flying in his wake. That was what everyone called her, anyway, or so he'd observed. He flung himself at the dark-pelted wolf, then almost immediately flopped onto the ground, panting.

UGH. It was even too hot to be HAPPY.

He pouted up at her, letting his tongue loll out and to the side. Oh-ee, Killer said, in much different tones. Then he rolled onto his back, little legs curled up like a dead bugs. Busttsts, he murmured meditatively, staring at the cloudless blue sky.