Redhawk Caldera jaguar

He pulled back, and Fox was ready to rip his throat out before she realized that he meant to do so only in a playful way. Playfulness was not something that had been on her radar since Peregrine's death, nor did she really want it on her radar right now. How could she play when she did not even know if he had given her children? How could she play when her children had lost their father? How could she play when she had been refused by the only wolf who had been worthy to her? How could she play when all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and ignore the world, sans her children?

No, this was not a time for play, and Fox tugged violently on the carcass of the gift. A growl—a decidedly unplayful one—was emitted from her throat. Had he already been one with Redhawk Caldera, Fox might have acted differently. As it were, he was still a loner. A threat until proven otherwise.