Redhawk Caldera The Acorn

Well, he certainly had the Redleaf smart-ass personality trait. Even though Fox had never believed that family was the end-all, be-all way to define somebody, she had found that it could be useful. Allure was a good example of that. Fox had gotten along with both of the girl's parents at one time or another, and Allure herself seemed to be shaping up alright, even if she wasn't terribly involved in regular ol' pack affairs.

"We'll see about that last one if you stick around," Fox replied dryly. She had never understood why others included that in their "spoken resumé." Fox rarely considered a wolf loyal until they proved it. Then again, the same could be said for being a scout and guardian... though those things were more skills than personality traits to her. "I'm Fox Redhawk. You'll probably want to avoid the den for the time being. My month-old son broke Peregrine's leg, and who knows what they'd do to a stranger." That smart-ass trait seemed to also be shared via marriage.

"Get yourself acquainted with the others in the pack," she added, "and I'll take your gift back to the infirmary." Fox paused, rubbed her shoulder against Shrike so that he wouldn't immediately be labeled as an outsider, picked up the rabbit, and trotted back to the den. Poor broken Perry needed the food more than she did.