Great Bear Wilderness Honest Mistakes

Fox had taken to the base of the mountain today, her eyes ever-searching for potential threats and the like. She had never been—and likely never would be—a terribly friendly creature to those outside of her friends and family at Redhawk Caldera. They were a protective lot, and she had grown close to nearly all of the wolves who now lived with her on the mount. There were a few newer additions that she had not yet closely bonded with, but it would happen in time.

With winter in full bloom, and their lack of luck with hunting recently, Fox knew that they would have to fend off non-members even outside of the caldera. They could not risk going hungry this winter, even a little bit. Fox intended to be with child by the time spring rolled around. So when she spotted somebody she did not recognize, Fox observed from afar—higher up on the mountain—for a few minutes, trying to get a feel for whether or not it was worth chasing off the stranger. When the small figure darted after a rabbit, and subsequently caught it, Fox knew that it belonged to her and her wolves.

Fox rushed down the side of Redhawk Caldera, the scar on her face likely enough to scare of the other girl who was too close for comfort. The Alpha did not speak, only went straight for the rabbit which was hanging in the stranger's jaws. If she relinquished it without a fight, Fox would let her go freely. If she did not, there would be violence.