Redhawk Caldera something wicked

This occurs while Peregrine is away, visiting Finley in BDP. Come defend RHC!

Fox was frustrated. Yes, that was the right word. She could not exactly be angry with Peregrine, if only because her devotion to him was too strong. He was her lifelong partner, and she would do anything she could to keep him happy, but gods knew he was pushing it right now. Sure, she had not been fond of Lasher for quite some time, but Peregrine had loved him, and then he had turned around and treated him like a piece of shit. Then he had done the same to her in a matter of minutes. It burned through the girl's core, and she could not even discuss it with him, because he left no room for discussion. Not only that, but he was off visiting Finley, and she was here, manning the fort while he went and did whatever the fuck he wanted to. Fox snorted angrily, slapping a paw against the cold earth.

She tried to look on the bright side of things. Tried to find the parts of her life that were going particularly well at that moment, as she stalked the border in an effort to keep away wandering intruders. Her injuries had all but healed. Her rib, while still occasionally uncomfortable, did not feel like it was about to fall off every time she ran, walked, or relaxed on her side.

It was evening, and she was only planning to be out for a few minutes more. That is, until she caught a familiar scent that made her hackles immediately raise to their fullest extent. "Cougar," she thought immediately, flashes of her former fight with one. A few steps forward, and the next thing she knew, Fox was being smacked to the ground, the hellish sound of the demon cat filling her ears as it attacked her.