Redhawk Caldera banjo serenade

"Hell yeah it is!" Fox yelled. Nobody in this goddamn neighborhood was going to fuck with this tree, that much was true. Then again, it had kinda been their tree to begin with. At least Raven was getting the idea of marking, which was the goal of this little charade. The fireball grinned down at her darkest child, glad to see that she was enjoying their outing. Well, as much of an outing as it was, considering they hadn't really even left the rendezvous site.

Fox jogged a little further away, assuming that Raven would follow, and stood next to another tree. Her voice took on a more serious note then, wanting to get Rave's attention. "Hey Rave?" she half-asked. "You know that Dud did what he had to do, right? To save Wildfire." There had been no avoiding it. Junior had posed an immediate (and lethal) threat to the firebirds, and so she'd been cut down. If anything worse had happened to Wildfire, Fox did not know what she would have done. "You and your brother and sister are very important to me and Dud. We both love you so much, so we have to keep you all safe." If Fox had had the chance, she would have ripped Junior's head off herself. At least she'd gotten a nice meal out of it (gosh, I'm morbid today).