Redhawk Caldera i could write it better than you ever felt it.

The weather hadn't been conducive for Penn to take another trip out to the sea to scrounge up more plants for Fennec, so he'd had to turn towards more conventional goods to leave at the borders for her. It rankled as the Blackthorn considered himself far above convention, but times were tough. He had to do what he had to do.

Snow littered his pelt from top to bottom as he rolled back onto his stomach and hoisted himself up onto all fours. He looked at the dead fox beside him and leaned down to give it a good sniff-over. It smelled like dead fox, but it also now smelled sufficiently like him. All that rolling all over it paid off. He grinned and picked it up, looking around the bleak landscape for a good spot to leave it for Fenn. He turned South and continued along the Caldera's borders, eyes peeled for a flat rock he could set it on, or a tree to lay it beneath.