Redhawk Caldera shake your tailfeathers

All welcome!

Fox was standing atop the peak that jutted out of the lake on top of the larger peak. It was like some kind of peakception. It was the highest point in their territory, and she liked to come up here from time to time and reflect on—who was she kidding? Fox liked to boast about how awesome she, Peregrine, and the rest of the caldera wolves were. They really had an awesome lot, and she knew that her own kids were only going to add to that. She just wished that she could have them now, rather than waiting for her stupid body to be ready. It was frustrating, even if Fox knew there was nothing she could do to change it. Perhaps that's what made it frustrating in the first place.

Feeling antsy, she rose to all fours, took in a deep breath, and howled. It was not meant for anybody in particular, nor was she insistent on company. It just felt good to be way up here and howl sometimes. It reminded her of her more wild side, and she wanted to get in touch with that a bit more, now that winter was closing in on them. In fact, wasn't it already winter? When did that sort of thing officially begin? Shrugging, Fox resumed her queenly observance of Redhawk Caldera, her tail waving happily behind her.