Redhawk Caldera Preparation creates its own luck [MFT]

“He did!” Fox replied, excited by the prospect of her underlings fighting for their right to look after her children. It was similar to the pride she'd felt when there were a dozen or so guys chasing her tail. It meant she was ~important!~ Fox was rather self-absorbed, so knowing that others were thinking about her (or her children) did wonders for her ego.

“Pelts for a game?” she half-asked, unsure of whether or not Somnia would want to reveal her plans or leave it a surprise. If she'd been a more imaginative wolf, she might have tried to think up ways pelts could be used for a game. Unfortunately, the only games Fox had ever played were the ones that involved wrestling with her siblings and packmates. Real-life skillz, yo.