Redhawk Caldera just pop some pills

Few of the caldera wolves really knew Amon, and so it was rare for anyone to ever call for him. But today was different. The beast was crouched in the foliage beside lake Rodney when the call came - attending to the call of nature - and with a scrambled kick at the underbrush to cover the steaming pile of poop behind him, he began to move. He heard the sound of ice melting, or a footstep, and paused - but it was only a chunk of poop melting through the piled snow, leaving a strange brown outline against the pale surface.

Okay.

He was lurching on in the next moment, hoping that whoever called for him would be alright with his slow pace. Hopefully the smell of his previous activity did not linger long - oh! As he came through a crack in the forest, he saw the familiar ruddy red Queen of the Caldera. 'Right. Poop smell? Nope, no poop smell.' He thought, pirouetting quickly, sniffing all the while. Nope, no smell.

Fox! He greeted her jovially, wagging his tail a couple of times before chilling out.
You rang, dearie?