Redhawk Caldera jaguar

Fox had been more diligent in her patrols since Peregrine's death. It felt both like yesterday and years ago that she had buried him. Patrolling kept her busy, kept her mind occupied to some degree, and allowed her respite from the constant "how are you?" and "can I do anything?" questions from her pack-mates. Not only that, but she was vaguely aware that Kaizer might return at some point in the near future.

Just like that, she spotted the familiar figure, and she strode down the caldera with purpose in her step. He was carrying something—food—and Fox licked her lips. She greeted him with a steady gaze that was mostly focused on the weasel. Her tail stiff and her legs rigid, she ducked and attempted to grab onto it and steal it away from him.