Redhawk Caldera The Acorn

Peregrine was playing Mr. Mom these days, due to his inexplicable ability to get his fucking leg broken by his own tiny son. Fox was still perplexed as to how this happened, but she could only fume for so long. His punishment was being stuck at the den most of the time, and she was given more freedom away from the kids which, let's face it, she really needed. The first few weeks of raising them had been easier this year, but it certainly wasn't a walk in the park.

The smell of a fresh kill, however faint, caught her attention, and she expected to find Elwood, Finley, or one of the other bozos nearby. Instead, she spotted a loner, and (as was her usual reaction), she puffed herself up and stomped toward the stranger. Her tail stood on end, along with the hair on her neck and back, and her lips were pulled back in a menacing grin. She didn't need words to convey that she wanted an explanation.