Redhawk Caldera return of the moomy

*swoops in*

Somebody's cries grabbed Fox's attention away from her current task, which was simply watching over Peregrine as he took a midday nap. She recognized the cries as belonging to Elwood Jr, and she figured it wouldn't hurt to take a break from creepily watching Peregrine as he slept. He was recovering well, even if his eyesight didn't look (haha, pun) like it was coming back anytime soon. He would adapt, Fox hoped, sooner rather than later. For now, she just needed something to take her mind off of it, and Elwood Jr had made himself the perfect target.

Giving Peregrine one last look, she trotted over to the Blackthorn den to find the child in a heap at the mouth of the den. "What's wrong, tyke?" she asked. Even though he and her own children had only been born a few months apart, the size difference was staggering. Then again, the Firebirds were nearly adults now. At least in size, if not in mind. Fox swept her gaze over the surrounding landscape before returning her attention to the Blackthorn kid. "Your mom not around?"