Redhawk Caldera you did not break me

Things were still up in the air, but life went on no matter what. Fox found herself meandering about the borders, looking for something to keep her mind off the reoccuring thoughts of murdering her own husband. Unfortunately for her (and possibly him), it was his scent that trickled into her nostrils as she moved forward. A sinking sensation pulsed in her stomach, but she swallowed hard. Had it not been for the other, unrecognized, voice, she would have turned around and gone elsewhere. But a leader could do no such thing, so she marched on proudly.

She gave Peregrine a swift glance without emotion, if only because she wasn't sure what emotion would surface if she allowed any of them through. Her attention then turned toward the black and white girl, sizing her up. She was young; there was no doubting that.

"Who are you, and what are you good for?" Fox asked briskly. It was possible Peregrine had already collected this information, but the red alpha was suspicious of his ability to do anything now.