Redhawk Caldera Saving people, hunting things: the family business.

Phox wasn't sure if they'd be able to kill it or not, but he was certainly game for the idea. His tail bounced giddily behind him as his nose remained glued to the ground, stepping carefully and excitedly toward the intruder. He bristled when a grasshopper surprised him by popping up just in front of him, but he went right back to the task at hand: tracking down the menacing creature that was their target.

When he finally spotted the bright red creature, he stilled, knowing it was far enough away that it wouldn't immediately be alerted to them. He kept his gaze focused on the smaller animal that shared his name (phonetically, at least). It appeared to be sunbathing, taking it easy, and generally lazy-looking. -It'll be easy,- Phox signed with confidence.