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Peregrine materialized, stating that he'd just been a gallant knight and fended off a female coyote from getting onto their precious land. "I don't understand why we've become such a hot target," she said with a frown, "I guess it comes with plopping ourselves down somewhere that wasn't already established, but I'd swear some of these 'canines' don't even have noses. We piss on the border all day long, and they still come walking in like it's no big deal." Her chest rose and fell with a huff, creating her own little silver smoke puff. Maybe she was getting too worked-up about this stuff, but it baffled her that so many wolves (and now coyotes!) could be so stupid.

"The worst is when they're all 'this is totally a neutral place,'" Fox ranted on, "It's only neutral if nobody wants to protect it. And by gods, I want to protect the stuff around Redhawk Caldera, too. Especially if those vermin are hunting on it." The gall of some of them was astounding. Fox clawed at the ground, finding that it made her feel a little bit better about things, then realized she hadn't even said hello. "Sorry. It just bugs me. How are you?"