Redhawk Caldera it's always sunny

A greeting behind her made Fox turn around to face the chuffer (lulz) and she saw a familiar, albeit absent as-of-late face. “Well, if it isn’t Siv Savoy!” she greeted. Fox couldn't remember exactly when the last time she'd seen her near-twin, but she had to admit that she was glad that the girl hadn't run off from the caldera. She had probably been busy doing something or another, Fox assured herself. It wasn't like Siv had been ignoring her or anything. Siv was one of the many wolves of the caldera that Fox was happy to have around. In fact, she wasn't sure there were any wolves that she didn't like having around.

“What have you been up to, ol’ girl?” Fox asked. Considering Siv hadn't been at the pumpkin party, nor had Fox seen her since she'd had the run-in with the cougar, they had a whole lot of catching up to do! The ugly scar on her face was nothing more than an angry red piece of flesh, bare of fur that did not seem like it was going to grow back. There was still some scabbing going on, but Fox had a feeling the last of it would fall off before the next moon rolled its way around.