Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

It was hard to know what to think of Wildfire's confession that she'd spoken to Saena. And Fox knew she'd have to talk to Peregrine about their daughter's wandering ways. At least she had fessed up to her "crime" without Fox finding out about it some other way. It was a wake-up call, too, to know that the Firebirds were no longer children. Or rather, they did not look or act like them any more in certain ways. Fox knew that they were still vastly immature. They had at least another year or two before that subsided.

Peregrine's call went up, and Fox swiveled an ear in his direction, trotting quickly to where he sat. She prepared herself to talk to him about Dhole, but for now... she would wait to see why he had called in the first place. Approaching on his good side (she hoped), Fox gave him a lick on his muzzle and sat catty-corner from him. Her ears tipped forward, ready to hear what he had to say.