Redhawk Caldera I am Spartacus

Little did Wildfire know, her mother had taken to following her when her eldest daughter wandered away from the rendezvous site. Letting her go off on her own was not something Fox was particularly keen on doing so soon after Junior's attack, and she did not wish for anything to happen to her precious children. She kept back, always giving her mini-me just enough space so that she wouldn't be noticed. Fox had become, in many senses of the word, a helicopter parent.

And it was a good thing she'd taken to doing so.

A single word set Fox's alarm bells off, and not a single thought went through her mind before she sprinted toward the stranger—no, trespasser—with jaws agape and eyes blazing. She aimed to kill, to rip the man's throat from his neck just like Peregrine had done with Junior.