Redhawk Caldera The Harlequin Lamp

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She reached up to tease the fur at his own shoulder as he greeted her, uttering a soft rumbling growl as a greeting. She didn't realize it, but the paw draped across her kill clenched slightly, as a subconscious means of warning Phox that she was not keen on being tricked by kindness into having her meal stolen but the thought didn't really cross her conscious mind. He sat, so she sat up, shuffling the remainder of the beaver carcass off to the side so she could concentrate on him for the time being.

When he mentioned her son's name, she opened her mouth, shut it carefully, and shook her head with a shrug. She didn't keep tabs on her son much anymore- he tended to keep to himself, and he was doing a great job of taking care of Meerkat, so she had no concerns. But when Phox mentioned Fennec next, it made her sit a bit straighter and wonder why he'd brought the two of them up. Again, she pursed her lips and shook her head. “No, I haven't. But then again, I haven't been to the Glen yet. Why?” She asked. There must have been some reason for him to have brought them up- and with a tinge of concern as well, she noticed.