Redhawk Caldera Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Peregrine seemed more coherent, and the only words Fox really heard beyond his were Shrike's. "No," she hissed, surprised by her own volatile tone. She had already lost one child this year. She didn't need to lose another, no matter the reason. Her expression softened as she turned back to her mate, concern heavy on her features. Sassafras had come, too, and though Fox thought highly of her, she hadn't thought to call her. Thank goodness the girl had taken the initiative on her own. It only added to Fox's admiration for her.

Fox stepped back, stepping closer to her two sons. Jackrabbit had come and gone, though she had been so immersed in the chaos, she hadn't seen him. His scent lingered, and she briefly scanned the area. He was nowhere to be found, so she huddled close to Gannet and Whip. "He's going to be fine," she assured them, giving each a lick on their heads.