Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

Finley reappeared, and Fox breathed a sigh of relief. "Just because we could, doesn't mean we should," Fox replied with a smile and a shake of her head. She had kids to think about... and speaking of... Fox felt her maternal instincts kicking in, drawing her back to the den. Sure, it wasn't as exciting as fighting cougars or swinging sticks at beehives, but the kids were important... or something like that. Fox led them back at a slow pace, happy to catch her breath on the way and chit-chat about boys or whatever.