Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

"It’s good to be back!" Fox admitted with glee. It wasn't as if Fox had actually gone anywhere, but she had felt... distanced. So much of her time and energy had gone into raising her three little babes that she'd shut off the rest of the world. Fox could scarcely recognize half of the wolves that resided on the Caldera, and that was a damn shame. What kind of leader was she if she barely knew her constituents? They were the heart and lungs of the pack, they were what kept it going, and she'd have to get back in touch with them if she ever hoped to retain her position of authority.

"Make love?" Fox said, wiggling a brow. Peregrine had mentioned Grimm a couple of times now, though the dark girl had been more or less MIA since the birth of the children. However, Fox knew that Finley was decidedly not into girl-on-girl action, after testing those waters some months ago. "I vote we get ourselves into a bit of trouble. I haven’t done that in ages."