Redhawk Caldera I'd be prepared to lose a few with you.

Gannet was still young, and his moves were predictable, she saw his eyes dart around her, and Fox saw that he was not slowing down. At all. He was taller than her, but he lacked the bulk and skill of a fully-grown adult. Fox leapt forward, crashing into her son and bowling him over. Once their tumble came to a halt, she was on top of him, teeth bared in his face, though she would do him no harm.

"He poses no threat," she growled, "I do not need to lose another son today, Gannet." If he sought to fight a much older, much wiser, much stronger wolf, that was exactly what would happen. "You can stay, but only if you behave." Fox eased off of him, her expression softening from angry to stern. Her tail lashed behind her, and she kept eye-contact with him until she was sure he understood.