Redhawk Caldera just pop some pills

I couldn't resist. <__<

Amon greeted her with great cheer... and an even greater smell. Granted, it was nothing like the atrocity that was Peregrine right now, but it was definitely... “You smell like poop,” she mentioned as if she were commenting on the weather or the price of beans in China. Smelling like feces wasn't terribly uncommon, of course, and Fox had been known to roll in the stuff on occasion. There was just something so enticing about the smell, and she attributed it to some weird nature thing.

“Wanna help me practice my fightin' skills?” she asked, as if she hadn't mentioned the poop smell at all. Considering Amon had been around the block a few times, she figured he probably had far more experience than her in that department. And if there was one thing Fox needed: it was fightin' practice. There had been far too many altercations at the borders lately, and she had to keep her game up. Besides, she'd be out of practice for a little while once her pregnancy progressed along far enough.