Redhawk Caldera [m] Pray, Montana

Ahhhhh. My arm is peeling so much right now.

Something was… off. Fox couldn't quite place it. She felt more alive, more energetic, more feisty. Perhaps that was what sent her after Peregrine in the middle of the night, stealing away into the darkness like the sly creature that she was. Silver eyes darted here and there, though there was little light to guide her. The air was cool—cold, even. In no time, snow would cover the mountainside and leave it a white wonderland.

She slowed when she picked up on his scent, nostrils pulling in the cool night air mixed with Peregrine's musk. It was fresh, and she grinned at the thought of seeing him. In fact, it made her downright giddy. Adding a skip into her step, she went as quietly as she could until she was only a few yards away. Once there, she began stalking him like prey, head below her shoulders as she licked her lips.