Redhawk Caldera cowboy bebop

Haven't gotten to play this side of Fox in awhile. >:)

Fox's gaze snapped onto the stranger when he spoke, and she emitted a low warning growl before she actually tuned in to what he was saying. He was asking for "his" kill, and Fox erupted with laughter. "Hell no," she replied, "It’s mine. Unless you want to fight me for it." She had three hungry kids at home, not to mention the rest of the pack. This was her food, and she wasn't about to let some stranger take it away from her. At least, not without a fight.

Anticipating that he might actually want to fight her for it, Fox stepped over the carcass protectively. Her tail lashed behind her, and she stared the contender dead in the eyes. This was a challenge, there was no mistaking that, and she wanted to make sure he understood. He had a few options, of course. He could flee away from Redhawk Caldera, in which case Fox wouldn't bother to give chase. He could accept her challenge and fight her for what remained of the carrion. He could attempt to placate her by submitted and asking for a place among their ranks.

He seemed to choose running, and Fox took a few strides in his direction, snarling as she watched him recede into the landscape (and away from her precious home). She ate until she felt like she was going to explode, then she high-tailed it back to her kids, unloading the half-digested meat for them to gobble up.