Redhawk Caldera I'm yours, yours, yours for every season

She paused when he told her to hang on, and she looked with interest as he plucked a rabbit from one of their many (hopefully stocked) caches. Once a hunter, always a hunter. Fox had never been that great at catching her own food, so it was damn good luck that she'd ended up with somebody who could hunt for two (or three, or four, or...). "Smart move," she said, planting a kiss on his ear. Now all she would have to do was shield her portion from his sneezing and snot, and she'd be good to go!

Fox took the lead now, with Peregrine close behind (and probably looking at her rump, unless he'd changed dramatically in the past hour). She continued up the mountain, grey eyes scanning for a good place to stop. Eventually, she found a quiet little spot that was overlooking the Teekon Wilds below. Here, she stopped, looked at Peregrine, and lifted her brow. "How about here?" she asked, though she couldn't imagine him refusing. "And please tell me you didn't snot all over our food." Fox smiled through her scrunched up face.