Redhawk Caldera writing on the wall

If Fox wasn't pregnant. Well, she was sure she'd go into heat again if that was the case. That's how that worked, right? The timing had been perfect, though, and she and Peregrine had spent nearly every waking moment ensuring that he'd put babies inside of her. Now that she'd cooled down, so to speak, Fox was eager to get back into the routine of being a full-fledged member of Redhawk Caldera. She missed the familiar faces of which she'd avoided the past week, and she wanted to get to know some of the less-than-familiar faces. Hopefully, somebody would be out and about.

Scurrying down the snow-covered southern side of her mountain home, Fox somehow managed to make the trek without busting her ass. Snorting away the snow that had accumulated in her nose, Fox looked up from her path now that she was at the bottom. There, she perked up and looked around for anybody who might be nearby. Concluding that there was nobody in the immediate vicinity, Fox let out a welcoming howl to anybody who wanted to come hang out with her for a little while.