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Fox skulked—as was her typical way of traveling from place to place—through the caldera, intent on finding an appropriate gift for the two wolves who had helped her to chase off the hellcat. While Fox was more of a fighter and less of a hunter, that did not mean that she could not do the job. It just wasn't her finest skill. Her strengths lay in protecting her home at whatever cost. Oh, and (half-)remembering the large events that took place during her lifetime. That one, her being a chronicler, wasn't terribly useful, but she did like boasting about the many times she had defended her home, been a leader, and so on. It would make for good stories to tell her future children.

She was currently in the process of tracking down a rabbit (or two), when an unexpected scent piqued her interest and she began to follow that one instead. She couldn't quite remember what the smell was, only that it reminded her of a full belly and good, warm feelings. It took her the better part of an hour to follow the trail to its owner, and she soon found herself observing a pika from afar. It was collecting food for the winter, without a doubt, and Fox licked her lips. Where there was one, there were usually several of the tasty, tailless creatures. She waited for the right moment, and with a pounce and crunch, she managed to catch one. Another pika, hearing the commotion, tried to run for its life, but Fox was too quick for it, ending its life with little more than a snap of her jaws. Satisfied, she began to make her way to where she'd last crossed Ashton's scent.

It took her longer to track him down than she would have liked, and the two pikas were practically frozen by the time she found the odd medicine man. She stood outside what must have been Ash's den (for it smelled an awful lot like him), and woofed to announce her presence. The two pikas were at her feet as she waited for him to answer. Fox wasn't quite sure if he was here or not, but she would find out soon enough.