Redhawk Caldera Daguerreotype

"Oh, hm," was Fox's only reply. She rarely cared what happened amongst other packs. The only things of importance to her were the things that directly involved Redhawk Caldera. The plateau only mattered if they came here to seek revenge, and the other nearby packs meant nothing unless they interfered with Fox and Perry's claim. She wasn't sure what good it would do to spread themselves thinner over a broader expanse of land, but she did not object. Unless it became a problem, Fox would not intervene.

In typical Peregrine fashion, he suggested something more lewd. Fox wasn't usually one to protest, and today was not an unordinary day. Flapping her head about (that tongue-in-ear had tickled!), she rolled right over so that she lay on top of her mate, friend, lover, and all-around partner. "You know," she said, taking a turn with his ear, "We make a damn good team." No matter what Saena, Lasher, Blue Willow, and the rest of their enemies tried to do, they would never be able to come between Peregrine and Fox. They could try (and on several occasions, had tried) to pull them apart, but it was of no use. The Redleaf-DiSarinno power couple was inseparable.