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

I was debating whether or not I wanted this to be a success or a failure...

Phox's eyes narrowed in on the red creature, and he glanced back at Towhee. Like most siblings, they were keenly aware of each other's actions, usually before they even happened. Unlike most siblings, they were glued to each other almost non-stop since birth, and hadn't been out of each other's sight for more than a few hours at a time. They were more in tune with one another than most, and it was to their advantage when hunting things.

A quick, subtle gesture was all that was needed to queue Towhee. In a mad dash, the two wolf pups rushed the fox (really hard not to capitalize that word). It had been in a deep sleep, and it didn't have the time to slip from Phox's jaws. He clamped down hard onto the creature's body, feeling the skin puncture and the blood flow. In a frenzy, he continued to rip at it, the crazy cries of the vulpine echoing through the trees.

Fidget would not be unscathed, of course, as the fox was literally fighting for its life, but he had a feeling that he and Towhee would come out on top with this one. Slowly, the cries died down, and they had at their feet a bloody mess of a creature, which Phox promptly began eating.