Redhawk Caldera Killed the lord, left for the new world

Considering what had happened while Peregrine was away, a part of Fox was not excited to see him again. He had left her here, and if he had been there, perhaps less damage would have been done. At least he could have helped her to fend off the large cat. Alas, he had insisted on going to see Finley, determined to make sure that she was alright (something Fox did not think that Lasher would have been dishonest about). She was in the care of Blue Willow, and she was one of the few healers of the world that Fox would ever give an ounce of trust (despite their personal differences).

Where Perry's call echoed through the caldera, Fox was filled with a variety of emotions. Hurt for the way he had so carelessly treated her. Anxiety for what he might say when he saw her. Happiness, simply because they had been apart. Anger for the way he had left his home. These were all bundled, boiling in her chest as she strode toward him, and they amplified with each step. She knew that the long, ugly laceration on her face would be noticeable first, but she would allow him to react as he wished.

She finally spotted him, and her pace slowed, her heart thumping loudly in her ears.