Redhawk Caldera Every week has a weekend

*barges in*

After Elwood had come and gone, Fox had realized that she wanted to get out and stretch her legs. It had been too long since she had spent any time with her second Beta. Once she had ensured that Peregrine was fine watching over the children—when wasn't he fine with that arrangement, really?—Fox gave each of her not-so-little kids a kiss on their cheeks and hurdled herself in the direction that Elwood had gone. For most, such a tracking task would have been easy, but for Fox, it was a different story. She had never been particularly good at any of the actions that led to a meal. It was part of the reason she and Peregrine made such a great couple.

A journey of backtracking, wrong turns, and missteps finally brought her to Elwood, who looked to be staring intently at... well, something or another. Fox, dumb enough not to know any better, waltzed up to him and (in her loudest voice) bellowed, "Hey, Twig! Whatcha doin?!" Fox did not realize that she'd destroyed his chance at rabbit hunting.