Redhawk Caldera know your roots

Wildfire told her (very short) story about a tree. Had to start somewhere, right? Not two heartbeats later, Nightjar lumbered into the clearing, and Fox's ears perked up. He lapped at her chin, to which Fox licked his ear. Now that they had all settled down, Fox took a moment to collect herself and remember what she had planned on telling them: the origin stories of herself and Peregrine.

"I wanted to tell you guys a little about where Dud and I come from. I'm from the east," Fox said, pointing her snout in the direction opposite of where the sun currently hovered above the horizon. "My father's pack is quite large, and all the boys' last names are Crestwood. Girls—like me—don't get last names until we've shacked up with somebody. In my case, I got your Dud's last name. The children in my family are named after whatever animal we look like... but not until we've been around for awhile. It's why my name is Fox, and it's why I call Wildfire 'Dhole' a lot. Old habits die hard, I guess." She shot Dhole a little grin, wondering if she'd known where the word had come from. Fox honestly couldn't remember if she'd ever explained it.

There, Fox stopped, letting the information soak in and giving them a chance to react. Provided there weren't too many questions, she'd move on to talking about Peregrine's origins.