Redhawk Caldera Fire and brimstone

When it was a red-furred wolf who appeared in the distance, Saena flattened her ears and tilted her tail further down. She despised Fox, true, but after her initial surge of dislike for the children had faded, she had realized it was only Fox she despised. There was absolutely no reason for her not to, after everything that happened. However, Saena was mature enough to know that none of Fox's misdeeds were the fault of her children, so all of the woman's ill will was for the Alpha female of the Caldera. Even so, to defy her at her borders was foolish, so when Fox drew near, Saena was the picture of submission.

At least, until it became clear that Fox wasn't stopping. That she was all-out charging, ready to fight. Confusion and panic flit across Saena's face as she dodged out of the way just in time; had her tail not already been chopped in half, Fox would've easily latched onto it. She whirled with a loud call of, "what the fuck," as she met Fox's furious gaze for just an instant. "What is your problem?" she asked while backpedaling hastily, ensuring there was enough space for her to get out of the way again if her father's crazy-as-fuck mate charged her again. Despite their rocky history, Saena had done nothing to Fox recently and had even made amends with her father, so this behaviour was completely out of nowhere and, in her opinion, only confirmed that Fox was a complete psychopath.

"I want to see my father," she growled, pacing quickly to the side and anticipating for another charge. She would not fall here today, not to this psycho bitch's teeth, not for doing nothing wrong. She would flee if she had to, but not before figuring out what the hell her issue was.