Redhawk Caldera Do not approach the hooded figures {j}

Driven by motherly instincts, Fox had been feverishly rearranging the furs in the den over and over again like some kind of maniac. It was no secret that she'd been scarce compared to many of her pack-mates over the past week or two. Her mind was on children even more now than it had been in the past. Thankfully, with Peregrine and Finley as her fellow leaders, she needn't worry that she would be missed too much. And then there was Elwood, of course, who was proving to be quite useful as well. It was his voice that finally pulled her away from her perfecting of the den, and she loped toward him at an easy pace.

She arrived to find him standing head-to-head with a young female, and Fox looked back and forth between the two, an expectant gaze waiting for an explanation. She assumed it was a prospective joiner, though one could never be too sure of these things. The stranger looked fit enough and if she had any brains in that head of hers, she might just find a home here... provided that was her wish.