Redhawk Caldera because reasons

“Carry me up and down?” she asked, a twinkle of mischief in her eye, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be so fat that I won’t even be able to get out of the den. I’ll just make you bring more food for my fat gut.” The mental image of being stuck in the den was an amusing one, and she knew that she'd actually be in a miserable mood if such a thing ever happened. Fox was the kind of wolf who was on her feet even when she shouldn't have been. Some in her condition would have stayed and rested, but she hadn't shirked her duties just because of a nasty gash on her face. If anything, she thought it made her look pretty awesome. She'd always liked her battle scars. They reminded her of all the fearsome beasts she had slain (ha ha).