Redhawk Caldera Cut from marble, smoother then a storm

Ma'am again. Fox wasn't exactly an old lady, and she wondered why the marbled creature kept talking to her like that. "Can’t say I have," Fox replied with a shrug. Sure, her name was Fox, but she had a pretty good feeling that didn't quite qualify. "Don’t you know how to sniff out your own kind?" she asked. Maybe foxes didn't have the right noses for the job. "And don’t you know that wolves eat foxes?" Of course, Fox didn't eat foxes, but she'd seen Peregrine eat one on more than one occasion. And she was pretty sure that he would've eaten the little kits they'd found unprotected last year.