Redhawk Caldera tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you anyway

When Blixen spoke, the words didn't immediately register. Only when the commander corroborated her statement did Wildfire's face shift. She blinked several times as if bewildered, then huffed a breath and clung now to her children (roping in Artaax with a slim foreleg slung around his neck), crying quietly into their necks. She would have accepted it if they were to go off to war with their nomi, yet to know they would be with her every moment—safe and sound—meant so much to her.

While Wildfire sobbed in relief over her grown cubs, the two packs' respective heads began the conversation about logistics. Towhee chanced a glance at the commander and felt the uncomfortable tension leave her muscles when she saw that Wildfire was now latched to Blixen and a familiar wolf whose name she didn't know (or at least couldn't recall). She assessed this visual a moment, then redirected her orange gaze to bounce between her godparents and Thuringwethil, not wanting to miss a word as they discussed what they'd all gathered her for: war.