Redhawk Caldera Cut from marble, smoother then a storm

To Peregrine, foxes were merely food. To Fox, they were something a little bit different. While she wouldn't risk her own life to save one (which she'd proven just a few weeks ago), she typically avoided eating them. Of course, if Peregrine happened to bring one home for dinner, she wouldn't refuse. But there had been at least one instance where she'd given him big ol' puppy eyes so he wouldn't kill one right in front of her. This typically applied to red foxes, of which she was named after, but she did have a bit of a soft spot for all foxes. They were terribly amusing.

So when the strange yowl of the marbled fox caught the Alpha's attention, she deviated from her intended path to meet him. He was colored in such a way that she had never seen before, which only intrigued her more. The marbled thing held a squirrel beneath his front paws, and Fox cocked her head curiously as she approached. "Was that you making all the racket?" she asked, unsure if the little goblins could actually understand her.