Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

The firebirds were... Okay, Fin wasn't sure how old they were, she doesn't really notice stuff, okay?  They were getting bigger and more wolf-shaped, which was all that really mattered to her.  As much as she loved them, each day passed and she found that she loved them even more.  While she knew it was wrong to play favorites... she definitely had them.  But for propriety's sake, she tried not to mention them internally, and thus I won't either.  Anyway.

The fact of the matter is that it was about damn time that Fox got out of that den full of screaming, needy little babies (Peregrine included) and had some fun.  Which was exactly why Fin arrived early that afternoon to peek into the darkness eagerly at her BFF's sleepy face, hoping that @Fox would soon wake up enough to dart of the that place and run away with her (cause god knows the second Aunt Finley leaves them, everyone's gonna start crying - have fun Perry).