Redhawk Caldera The Green is Great

Despite her current condition, Fox felt like she was functioning completely fine. She was here, wasn't she? He still did not answer her question, causing her to furrow her brow. Had she actually asked it, or was she just imagining things? “Why are you here?” she asked again in a lazy voice. “Tell me.” Had she been sober, she would have been frustrated by the situation, likely chasing him off for not doing as she asked (at least as best as she could with her rib). Either that, or she would have called for Peregrine to do it for her.

But before she could protest, he was calling for somebody. Her somebody. “How do you know his...” she trailed off, suddenly remembering that she had told him a few moments ago. “Why are you here?” she asked. Shrugging, Fox slumped to the ground and awaited Peregrine, occasionally glancing at the wolf and being surprised that he was even still around.