Redhawk Caldera two in the hand

Fox had been quite literally attached to Peregrine at the hip for the past four days. Their intense lovemaking had been hot and heavy, and she found that she yearned for it anytime that they were apart. Now was one of those times, unfortunately, and Fox became irritable toward anybody and everybody who dared to come close to her when Peregrine wasn't by her side (or on top of her, where he really belonged). Her lover had tottered off to do something or another, leaving Fox to her own devices for an hour at most.

When an unfamiliar scent and sound assaulted her senses, Fox growled and raised her hackles. Immediately, she went to track down whoever dared to disturb her. What she found was a newly-sanctioned packmate who was about to get the worst of her dear leader. “Who the fuck are you?” Fox spat, almost ready to put the bitch into her place just for the hell of it. In any other circumstance, she would have been jovial and happy, but without her lover stuck to her, she was anything but.