Redhawk Caldera beach party

Pan's enthusiasm brought a smile to Fox's face as well. Unlike some parents, Fox did not wish to throttle her children for whatever choices they made. She would raise them in the ways of the wolf, of course, and if they were no longer a part of the pack, there was little she could do about that. A part of her prayed that at least some of her (hopefully many) children would stick around and carry on the legacy she had only just begun with Peregrine. Redhawk Caldera was meant for them.

"How about right now?" Fox suggested, considering they were all just a short call away. "Kids!" she yelled, calling for the three children (who came running and tumbling over to the two adults). Once they were all there, Fox gave them the instructions. "This is Pan," she said to them, not bothering to try and pronounce the man's full name. "Now each of you can introduce yourselves." Wildfire was first, spouting off her name like the spitfire she was. Nightjar recited his own name next, his young voice lower than that of his sisters'. Last was Raven, who spoke more quietly (as was her nature). When the children began to immediately fidget, Fox nosed them to go back and play.

"There, that's good practice for them, too," she said with a wink.