Redhawk Caldera it doesn't care about being stung by bees

*appears!*

Fox had had it up to here with all the intrusions lately. Maybe it was winter driving them in, but she was downright sick of it. It was one thing to trespass. It was another thing entirely to trespass on lands that were guarded by fifteen fuckin' wolves and have any expectation of coming out of it alive. So when Elwood's call rang out, Fox hauled ass to get to him. Her status as a warrior-type had gone mostly unused for the first month or two that she'd lived here, but it seemed the idiots were stepping it up a notch.

Without so much as acknowledging Elwood, she charged the white-topped trespasser with jaws open and ready to clamp down around the girl's throat. That is, if she could manage to bowl her over and get past the protective muzzle and head that was currently there.