Redhawk Caldera kick 'em in the nuts

The flash of red was a sure sign of Wildfire, and the girl sat up to greet her ol' lady. Fox returned the gesture, preening her daughter's ear for a moment. "I was just lookin' for you," Fox replied, "Now that you and your brother and sister are getting older, I wanted to run an idea by you." Hopefully, framing it this way (like it was all up to Wifi and her siblings to decide) would help ease whatever discomfort her first litter might have about subsequent ones. Fox wanted them not only to accept their younger siblings, but also to be enthused about their arrival. She tried to dig deep into her memory banks and recall what her own parents did to create that sort of thinking.

"How do you like having little Elwood Junior around?" Fox asked. Her own children hadn't been that old when he'd been born, but he was definitely younger. It was about the closest thing her own children would have to a younger sibling until spring rolled around and nature kicked Fox's ovaries into gear. She wasn't entirely sure how much the firebirds had interacted with the Blackthorn boy, but she had to assume they'd at least come into contact with him a few times.