Redhawk Caldera riddles

Fox nodded grimly, her pace slowing a bit at the mention of a dead child. One of her own had died only a week into his own life, and that had been a sorrowful event. The thought of losing Nightjar, Raven, or Wildfire was not one she wished to dwell upon. Fox's children were perfect to her in every way, and if any of them were to die, she would be crushed. But she would not abandon her wolves, like Ankyra Sound's queen had, especially because she had two other children to look after. Perhaps the queen had lacked other children to keep her grounded, but Fox did not inquire further.

"Seems like nothing is permanent in this world," she mused, shrugging her shoulders. Peregrine was her rock, of course, and had been around since she had come to the Teekon Wilds. While their relationship had gone slow, he'd always been there in some capacity, even if it was a frenemy capacity. "Except the caldera, of course! We’ll be around forever." Fox followed this up with a goofy grin, though it would be hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or she was really that optimistic about their future.