Redhawk Caldera slip and slide

"Jaws. Right," she repeated, having heard somewhere that repeating a name would help her to recall it later. It didn't always work, but she had gotten better about calling wolves by their correct names. Only after a pause did she realize that his teeth stuck out of his mouth. She must have missed that detail entirely at the aforementioned meeting, and Fox wondered if he usually got comments on them. Uninterested in giving feedback on something so irrelevant, Fox moved on to other things.

"Was it you who brought by the rodents?" she asked. Fox had been sleeping at the time, though she recalled Peregrine mentioning something or another about Jaws bringing food to the den. She'd eaten one of them already, even though it was hard to stomach much of anything. Fox glanced back to the den, instinct threatening to pull her away from the pleasant conversation and back to the four-legged potatoes.