Redhawk Caldera The Higher Order

Fox's appetite had started to wane. While she had not yet tossed any meals up after eating them, she'd come close a time or two. It was all right on track, at least according to what she (barely) remembered from last year's pregnancy. Things were coming along just fine, and soon there would be new bundles of fur and joy to brighten Redhawk Caldera. Or darken it, depending on how much Fox hated them this year.

An unfamiliar voice beckoned her to come, and although she was grumpy about it, she answered with a grunt and began to trot toward the call. What she found was a young wolf—couldn't be much older than her own children—sitting patiently. She had to admit she hadn't come across such a sight in quite some time. "You rang?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. Fox settled onto her haunches a comfortable distance away (but close enough for conversation).