Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

Fox had, for the most part, been keeping to herself. She still spent time with family, of course, and made the rounds to her pack-mates, but she hadn't ventured outside of the caldera since her second run-in with Starling. She hadn't a clue that it was the same wolf that had helped Pan, nor would she ever know unless the girl decided to come around and tell her what had happened. Somehow, Fox did not think that was a likely scenario. The two had parted ways, and while she often thought of their fling, she did not seek it out intentionally.

Today, the matriarch set off to find her mini-me daughter (who was quickly becoming more of a straight-up twin, now that she was grown). Dhole's scent meandered down the mountain, near a stream, and then continued toward the border. Fox followed it with ease, eventually catching up to her brightest (at the very least, in color) child. "Hey, chickadee. You taking off again?" Wifi had made a habit of being gone from Redhawk Caldera more often than not.