Redhawk Caldera cus in my castle i'm the freakin man.

Phox tuned out Finley's boring, rambling story and focused on the task at hand. He simply had to find that fox. He sniffed and sniffed, finally picking up the trail and shooting after it, tail wagging excitedly behind him like a happy bouncing baby. That metaphor totally works, I promise! He sped off in the direction of the trail, leaving Finley and Towhee in the dust. He wasn't about to let some dumb story hold him back, especially when this was an exciting new challenge given to him by the one and only Finley.

In fact, he was so quick about it, Phox soon found the doggone, bright red creature, and tackled it to the ground, crushing its throat and killing it without hesitation. Proud of his accomplishment, he pranced back to the clearing with the limp body of the fox (but not the fox) hanging from his jaws. He threw it at Finley's feet and awaited his praise.