Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

It was true that Fox had shirked her duties as a friend in order to fulfill her duties as a mother. Balance was something she'd had difficulty with every since they'd turned her world upside down, and she sincerely longed for the day when she would no longer have to worry about them being scooped up by some evil predator. She knew that day was getting closer and closer, and she also had a pretty good feeling that she'd still be somewhat of a helicopter parent.

Still, when Finley came knocking barking at her door, Fox gave a cursory glance to Peregrine (who nodded) and then darted out from her prison home to greet her BFF by crashing her nose right into her face upon her exit. It was a miracle they didn't both get bloody noses right then and there. "Fuck!" Fox yelped, snorting. "Well, if that isn't a greeting to remember, I don't know what is. What are we getting up to today?" Surely Finley had something in mind.