Redhawk Caldera dreaming out loud

Lunch break post!

Fox, the mother to be, the queen of Redhawk Caldera, the happy wife of Peregrine Redleaf-DiSarinno, was currently prowling her domain. Not for anything in particular, although she knew that she was going to have to eat sooner or later. Her tummy growled at her, and she growled right back. Peregrine had been quick to bring her food, especially lately, but Fox had an insatiable appetite. It was a wonder she wasn't super fat and full of lard. Maybe she'd gain a few more pounds once the pups started growing. Even if she did, she imagined her body would send all the nutrients to them rather than herself.

Up ahead, a small, silver figure caught Fox's eye (which was, coincidentally, the the same color as the girl's pelt). Assuming it was Finley, her ears perked up and Fox bounded toward the unsuspecting(?) victim. However, as she drew closer, she realized it wasn't Finley at all. The girl was smaller, and of course her scent was entirely different. Fox prickled, pausing a few yards away, then smoothed her coat back down. "I don't believe we've met. You are?"