Redhawk Caldera We are, we are a different kind

Cockloaf. *dies* Also, moody Fox is moody.

Almost as soon as she arrived, Elwood and Finley made their exit. Together, no less! Fox grinned girlishly as they sauntered off with one another before turning to Peregrine. Despite his bedroom eyes, she was beyond irritable at the moment. Probably because it was so close to that oh-so-special time when they would be getting it on non-stop. In fact, when Peregrine moved closer to her, Fox shot him a throaty warning growl to let him know she was about as uninterested as she could get. “I need to fix the den,” she said curtly. “Unless you can help, go busy yourself with… something else.” Hopefully, he would understand that she needed her space. A lot of it.

Not waiting for her mate to reply, Fox made an aloof about-turn toward their den, intending to rip out all the furs and put them back in for the umpteenth time. If he wanted to hover over her while she did so, he was more than welcome, but Fox was in one of her oddest moods ever, and he would likely be better off catching some food or tending to the borders.