Redhawk Caldera nerf gun party

Fox turned instinctively toward the sound and slowed, allowing Siv to step up alongside her. "Slip and—?" Fox began to ask, but realized what Siv was talking about. "On, right. Ankle feels a whole hell of a lot better, but my side is still killing me." She'd slowed down her intake of the meds (both from Blue and Finley), meaning that she was feeling every movement that involved her fractured rib. It was especially painful if she tried to lay on that side, and she still used Perry as a pillow whenever she could. She only hoped that she would be fit in time to get knocked up by her lover. Granted, that was several months away, but she did worry that perhaps the pain would be too great.

"Have you met the others yet?" Fox asked. Camaraderie was the glue that held the pack together, and Fox thought it important that everybody know everybody. Without that, they were just a few wolves who happened to piss in the same area. She assumed that her pledges were getting to know one another (or so she hoped, anyway), seeing as their scents mingled all together. Having a strong core was important for a pack, Fox knew that to be a fact. It was why she felt the caldera would thrive, too.