Redhawk Caldera I thought of just your face, relaxed and floated into space

With the chill—no, freeze—that had crept over the landscape, Fox found herself quite glad that they had found their den sooner rather than later. All at once, things had gone from sweater weather to parka weather (not that she knew what either of those things were). Perhaps it would not have bothered her so much if it hadn't been for the gash that was still healing across her face. Whenever she felt a gust of wind, it made the wound sting bitterly. She would wince and carry on, but she spent more time in the den than she normally would have because of it. Thankfully, Peregrine did not seem to mind, and considering he was back and wardening, Fox didn't fear for the caldera's safety as she might have if he'd still been away.

Even though she relished the warmth of their cozy den, she still needed to escape it for food, water, and to take a piss from time to time. She was doing the latter now, squeezing out the last drops, when an intake of air alerted her to Peregrine's presence. Standing up from her squat, she trotted over to him, gave him a lick on the nose, and asked, “What’s up?” Little did she know that was a loaded question that was opening a can of worms.