Redhawk Caldera Killed the lord, left for the new world

If she'd had the strength or more motivation to do so, she would have bitten his tail for his remarks. As it were, she had neither, so she rolled her eyes instead. Fox was well-aware that her personality clashed with many others, but Peregrine and the few that resided in Redhawk seemed to get along with her quite well. Perhaps it was just making sure they had the right mix of wolves. Or maybe her personality had morphed since she had been at the plateau. Whatever the reason, she was happy to have the wolves that were here, and even more happy that they didn't seem to hate every ounce of her being.

When Peregrine blocked her from moving forward, her eyes widened in slight surprise, but she quickly relaxed to his touch. Fox had never been much of a romantic, but she couldn't help but melt at his words. She nibbled at the fur on his chest before licking it with a few broad strokes of her tongue. Sure, they had their problems, but Fox could overlook that in a heartbeat when there were moments like this.

“I think we’ve done our part for the caldera,” she said quietly, withdrawing from his embrace, “Shall we go back to the den and warm up?” The question was said with as much suggestiveness in the tone as there was cold in the air.