Redhawk Caldera She Deceives, He's Naïve. [iC Joining]

Ashton's call pulled her from the warm comfort of the den, but she let Peregrine know that she would handle this one on her own. Disentangling herself from his embrace, she stumbled into the misty cold, bleary eyed and wanting nothing more than to turn around and go right back to snuggling in the warm confines of their little den. But her duties as a leader were important, and she was no hibernating animal, so she pressed on, ears splayed back in mild annoyance at nobody in particular.

When Fox drew closer, she noted the other wolf at his side, and the leader immediately bristled. The last wolf Ashton had brought to Redhawk, Arina, had not exactly made a great impression on Fox (or Peregrine, for that matter). Fox's red tail stood stiff and tall behind her, and her ears were pushed forward in a display that demanded respect. Once she was close enough to see the large wound on the other wolf's shoulder, Fox turned sharply to Ashton. “Stop bringing gimps to Redhawk, Ashton. Escort her away.” Fox didn't even acknowledge the female. She had no reason to.