Redhawk Caldera vividly

Assuming this is set after she tells Shrike to get lost.

She hadn't stuck around long after she had told him to leave. A niggling voice in the back of her head kept telling her she'd done the wrong thing, but she ignored it. Fox was far too full of herself to believe that she was ever in the wrong, just as she was too full of herself to believe that anybody would refuse her. But Shrike had done that, and she could not have anybody disobeying her. That much she had always made clear. Ferdie and Jace had been the first to refuse her command, but they had not been the last. She did not think that Shrike would be the last, either, but she pushed thoughts of him out of her mind as she patrolled.

Somebody approached at a speed she disliked, and Fox's hackles immediately rose. At first, she thought it was Shrike, but the closer he got, the more she realized that it wasn't him at all. In fact, it wasn't anybody she knew. Somehow, that made him suddenly appealing. He wouldn't have any guilt over stepping in for Peregrine. He didn't even know her former mate. But that was putting the cart before the horse, and Fox wasn't about to let just anybody step into that role. She was picky.

She barreled toward him, stopping just outside the clearly marked border and gnashed her teeth. This land was hers, and he was not going to waltz in here without some sort of proof that he was worthy enough to stay here.