Redhawk Caldera go back on each other

Ah, Siv Savoy. That was another wolf whom Fox hadn't seen around in a little while, and she made a mental note to track down her stunt-double at some point or another. Elwood was a wolf Fox hadn't met yet, but she'd heard about him through Peregrine. She'd have to seek him out sooner rather than later. Sometimes, she missed the simplicity that came with being the sole leader, even though she was infinitely thankful to have Peregrine by her side.

“Somewhere between five and ten,” she replied, “You know how it is. Hard to keep track of who’s here, who’s left us, and who’s just out and about.” It wasn't as if they had a sign-in and sign-out sheet for who was coming and going, even though that would have made things a whole lot more convenient. Not only that, but wolves who left often didn't give reason as to why they were leaving... they often disappeared into the abyss, sometimes never to be seen again.

Feeling an itch on one of her ears, Fox rose to her haunches and scratched at it for a few seconds before licking her foot. It tasted of earwax. (Gross.)

“Say, you seem like you’ve lived through plenty of winters. You got any advice for a whipper-snapper like me?” she asked. While she'd never be able to determine his exact age (and she'd forgotten if he'd told her before), she had a pretty good feeling that he'd lived through quite a few more years than she had. Last winter seemed like ages ago, and all Fox could remember was the sharp cold and the endless snow. She was mostly going by instinct, but perhaps Amon had a few words of wisdom so the young leader could better prepare herself (and the caldera).