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

Fox gave the injured female a pathetic glance, half-scoffing in the process as Ashton explained why she was here. “No,” she replied in a stern tone, “you can’t. And if you can't stop bringing home patients, I'm going to have to revoke your freedoms.” Fox meant it, too. If Ashton continued along this path, he would not be allowed to venture outside the caldera. Fox had met many a soft wolf, and the last one she'd known who was this soft, she had ordered to kill or be killed. He hadn't done it, and he had become this terrible thing in her life that had basically ruined her. She would not have that here. Not in the caldera.

“If you want to practice your voodoo here, work on preparing for the winter… and the children in the spring. Don’t waste your efforts on loners.” Fox's was a tone of finality, and she stood with her feet planted as she awaited expectantly for Ashton to take away the dead weight.