Redhawk Caldera Fire and brimstone

Fox answered none of her questions. The bitch was not only insane, but fucking rude as well. She charged again, and this time, Saena stood at the ready. She was unwilling to accept this behaviour. Arion's spar with her had taught her a lot, and she'd been practicing too, quietly and on her own. Fox might be out for blood, but Saena was learning to fight very defensively... far more than the little spitfire bitch probably anticipated from her youth. Far too much to allow herself to be killed... and make no mistake, Saena cottoned on to Fox's intention the second her aim went for the throat.

Snarling deeply, the Redtail wolf tucked her snout down, shielding her throat from view and thwarting Fox's ridiculous, senseless plan, and when the red woman came close, she snapped viciously at the air between them, warning her away as best she could. Whatever Fox's game was, Saena could play it, too. She, however, would never kill Fox, and not only because of Peregrine. As much as she wasn't exactly a fan of them, Saena would never wish her fucked up childhood on her young half-siblings. Depriving them of their mother was something she would never do, however much she disliked the woman and however much she was asking for it with her brutal, inexplicable attack.

She began to back up, hunched like a hyena and snarling the entire time with eyes wide and locked on Fox. Any move the Redhawk Caldera Alpha made for any vital part of her body would be met with a snarl and a retaliating snap. She was so focused on this escape that she failed to notice that Fox had, in fact, hit her shoulder just alongside her neck at some point. She would likely ignore any injury inflicted that wasn't immediately life-threatening, and would continue backing up and defending herself until she was at a sufficient distance to run for it.