Redhawk Caldera because reasons

Fox sighed, bumping his chin with her muzzle. “I guess it can wait,” she said, though she had been feeling so good about herself for being so ~mature~ about her thoughts on said situation. If Fox had thumbs, she would have twiddled them then. Instead, she just let a pause settle between them for a moment, trying to think of something else to talk about. “Found any good prey for upcoming hunts?” she asked, figuring that was as good a place as any to redirect the conversation.

Fox knew that winter would mean less prey, but she had faith in the pack's one and only Gamekeeper. Not only that, but they had plenty of wolves to help take down larger prey, provided they happened to find any. Fox felt like the wolves here were family, a team, and she wanted to keep it that way.