Redhawk Caldera beach party

"Oh!" Fox said, tittering (yes, I'm stealing that word from Kat) when Pan mentioned that he was a gamekeeper. Or he was just in training. In any case, he seemed to think he could hunt well, and that was enough of a stand to cause Fox to be overjoyed. So often wolves came into the fold of the caldera and had no idea what to do with themselves. They shuffled their feet around, but never really locked down on how they wanted to contribute. It took her a moment to recall who "Tiger," was, though she quickly remembered that it was Finley's long-lost sister.

"Eh, kids aren’t as fragile as you might think," Fox replied. The pale, tan son had been, but Fox was now convinced that he had never been meant for this world. Only the strong survived, and her three hellions were survivors. "You should come by sometime and introduce yourself to them. I’m sure they’d love to hear about… well, whatever it is you sea wolves do. Or did." Fox idly wondered what had happened to Ankyra Sound, but considering it didn't directly involve her, she laid it to rest.