Redhawk Caldera cityscapes haunt dreams

Spitting out the fur that she'd bitten off, Fox took off after the stranger, full of snarls and nipping at his heels. Because he was running away from the caldera's center, she felt no impulse to hunt him down and kill him. She just wanted him to be far, far away. Her feet continued to drum the earth with each stride, the ache in her rib becoming nothing more than a minor annoyance as her body extended and contracted.

When finally she felt like the trespasser was far enough outside the boundaries of her home, she began to slow to a stop. Panting, she remained protective of her land, hackles raised and wild-eyed. As long as he kept on running, there would be no further confrontation.