Redhawk Caldera Saving people, hunting things: the family business.

Phox led her toward a supine figure in the distance. Towhee's hackles prickled as she eyeballed it. The smell definitely wasn't canine, though the fox didn't look very different from a small, sharp-featured wolf—perhaps even a fellow wolf pup. Intruder, she thought darkly, squaring her shoulder blades and bunching her haunches beneath her, coiled and ready to spring.

She bobbed her head at Phox's casual comment. -Yeah,- she agreed, then looked at him with her eyebrows slightly raised, impatiently waiting for his signal.