Redhawk Caldera slow like molasses in january

"Hey, babe," came that familiar voice, and Fox whirled around to catch sight of Peregrine. While he wasn't the one in particular she'd been searching for, she would never turn down an opportunity to talk to him. He was her better half (no matter his lack of sight in one eye) and no moment with him was wasted. "I have to talk to you," he began, followed quickly by, "It's something pretty serious." Fox whined apprehensively, licking the cheek on his good side.

"What is it?" she asked, concern laced in her voice. Immediately, she feared the worst, thinking that one of their pack mates had met their death... or worse, one of their children. She held back those thoughts, trying not to expect the worst (and utterly failing).