Redhawk Caldera days gone by

She took a more relaxed position as she watched Fox stash the kill within the den, although did not rise from where she lay. When her curiosity was answered and returned, she smiled and nodded without judgement despite the fact that she herself was of the mind that all food was game. “I would, but the circumstances are important… particularly cause of death. I.e., I try to avoid eating diseased flesh,” she replied in a matter-of-fact manner. This applied to plenty of prey, of course, but she’d encountered too many dead crows in particular that smelled off to respond in the affirmative without qualifying her choice.

“So: ‘Fox’, ‘Peregrine’… are the kids named after animals, too?” she asked lightly, turning the subject of conversation to the little wildlings that were now (for the most part) quieter, even in the brief absence of their mother. The kill she’d brought was really for their benefit, after all.