Redhawk Caldera tyger, tyger, burning bright

Squeezing in a reply at work! I have been so busy lately. @_@

An oddly familiar voice carried itself to where Fox had been napping, and she awoke with bleary eyes and dry throat. Swallowing, the mother-to-be rose from where she had been sleeping, her fur flattened against her left side from her own weight. She had gained much of it over the past few weeks, although it still took a keen eye to notice the added baby bump beneath her winter coat. Fox shook, then moved toward the nearby stream to take a few laps of the fresh, clean water.

Not forgetting the task at hand, the queen began to jog toward the source of the familiar (yet unfamiliar) voice. The rich smell of blood and flesh reached her long before she laid eyes upon the two hares and the wolf that had brought them. "Lasher," she spoke, her voice laced with surprise and confusion once she realized who the vaguely familiar voice had been. "Should I get Peregrine?" Fox glanced down at the two hares and licked her lips, though she made no move to acquire them.