Redhawk Caldera cowboy bebop

*snatches thread!*

After leaving the pups with an able caretaker, Fox had whisked herself away to the outer reaches of the caldera. Life was slowly but surely going back to "normal," even if she knew things would always be different with the kids around. It would be a long year of teaching and training them to live their lives properly, and Fox had no doubt that each of them would be successful in their own way. The new mother didn't have any particular vision of what that success was, but she did know that all three of her children would be nothing short of spectacular. Fox had high expectations, and they would be expected to meet (or exceed) them.

Trotting at a steady, even pace, she halted suddenly when the thick scent of blood and death hit her like a warm front in the middle of November. Once the initial shock had worn off, Fox raced to the overwhelming smell, spotting the floundering fawn almost immediately. If there was anybody else around, she blocked them out in favor of the fresh meal she was about to catch. Fox had never been much of a hunter, but this was just too easy to pass up. Fox slammed her whole body into it, sending hooves and paws flying in every direction. In no less than twenty seconds, she'd cut off its air supply. Still unaware of the wolfdog so close by, she began to tug and pull at the creature, pulling of pieces and consuming them as quickly as possible. The kids would be hungry when she got home, and the tender flesh of fawn would be even more tender once it came back up.