Redhawk Caldera a new kingdom come

Some time back (when Fox had been canoodling with her one and only canoodler), Fox had expressed disappointment in herself for not knowing her pack mates as well as she once had. Bound and determined to make that right—pregnancy, be damned!—Fox had started tracking down new joiners as soon as she detected their scents mixed in with the regulars. This was yet another one that she had not met, and by gods, she wouldn't let this one go ungreeted if she could help it.

Despite feeling moderately nauseous, Fox managed to keep her lunch where it belonged. She had forgotten how sick they (it?) could make her feel. It would be some time before she would know the number of her children. And even then, she could not know for sure. Even if she did... would they all survive. Last year's litter had been a decent size, but they had lost one less than a week into his life. It was the exact reason her birth pack (and by extension, she) refused to name them before the first few weeks of their life had passed without incident.

She rounded a corner, and there the newbie was. Judging by his facial structure and scent, he was male. She swished her tail in a friendly manner, having no reason to be coarse with him from the beginning. She would not take blatant (or even non-blatant) insubordination, but there was no show of dominance in this scenario.