Redhawk Caldera [m] This is the War Room

A good question, and one that Fox was happy to answer. "You either flee," she said, thinking back to the trespasser who had attempted to do so not so long ago, "or you submit, belly up." Neither guaranteed saving your own ass, but they certainly helped. Most wolves wouldn't go through the trouble of following up another wolf kill, and would only do so in the most dire of situations. Fox preferred to flee when she was bested by her opponents. Speed was on her side, thank goodness, so it tended to work in her favor.

"Hopefully you’ll be on the winning side more often than not," Fox added, nibbling the top of Dhole's head. Somehow, Fox had managed it. She attributed most of that to her constant grappling with her own siblings (Dove most certainly) and her daring nature that drove her to piss off everybody she came into contact with. She'd been young (and foolish and free!) back then, and she had no doubt matured into a more respectable—well, that was debatable—creature.