Redhawk Caldera don't you ever tame your demons -- always keep them on a leash

“You smell of that other sea wolf,” Fox replied plainly, not bothering with names. They were hard enough for her to remember, as she didn't often put the time into storing them in a fashion she could recall. Besides, unless she planned on calling forth a sea wolf in the future, she had no need of their names. Only that they belonged on the coast and were not likely to be recruits to her cause.

“I fell,” she added, when the dual-toned female asked how she had gotten her limp. The limp was less pronounced, now, but it was still there, and all it took was a keen eye to notice it. Fox knew her side got worse as the day wore on, but she was always careful to protect it from any outside harm. The last thing she wanted was to prolong the healing process.