Redhawk Caldera euro trash girl

*rings for @Peregrine*

Fox exited the den she and Peregrine shared and yawned. She shook her coat, took a few steps, and then yawned again. Blinking lazily in the light of dawn, she peered around to see if there was anything of interest happening close by. Confirming that no, there was not, Fox proceeded to find something to do. She could try and track down something to eat, which would mean digging up one of the caches. Or she could actually try and give back to the caches. There were borders that needed attending to, of course, and surely her fellow wolves could always use companionship.

Speaking of wolves she liked as companions, where was that mate of hers? Peregrine was never too far from her side, and so she let out a mid-range howl to call for him. That settled, Fox wandered a little ways away from their cozy, moss-covered den and began to drink from the nearby stream. The water was clear, and chilled with the season. It must have been below freezing, judging by the way each breath created a cloud of mist in the air. Still, the water was clean, and Fox needed it.