Redhawk Caldera A greatness at the cost of goodness

Fox gave her swarthy husband a toothy grin as he commented on the bird's lack of beauty. In some ways, Fox could identify. She had never been a particularly beautiful creature, nor had she aspired to become one. She was small, rugged, and packed a punch. Her coat was likely the only thing that really stood out aside from her petite size. Even her eyes were a dull grey that barely reflected the light. Not that she was complaining, of course. Fox had never been interested in being the most physically attractive wolf out there. She just wanted to be the most badass wolf out there.

She licked her wounded lip when Peregrine dug his claws into the dirt and launched himself at the large fowl. Her eyes lit up, and she straightened her posture to watch him from where she stood. At the very least, this was bound to be entertaining. And if they managed to get a meal out of it, she'd be perfectly happy with that outcome.