Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

She closed her eyes when he licked between them, scrunching up her face due to the ticklish nature of his affections. Then he got to his monologue, for which Fox was somewhat prepared. There were times in the past when she never would have waited through such a thing, but times had changed, and Peregrine was family. Hell, she would have listened through a long-winded rant from her children, too. Raven and Nightjar weren't likely candidates for that scenario, but Wildfire was quite the talker.

Peregrine mentioned an heir, Nightjar, and his end-of-life wishes—something Fox wasn't really ready to deal with right now. "You’re going to live as long as I need you," Fox replied with a sad smile. She simply could not imagine a life without Peregrine by her side. He had been with her through some of the toughest events of her life, and she fully expected him to keep his place as Alpha for as long as she did. "I don’t work alone, though. So if you step down, so do I." That had not been the case when she'd (temporarily) forced him to the bottom of the totem pole, but he had also been at fault. Not to mention the fact that she had immediately regretted that decision.

"There’s something about Nightjar you should know," Fox added, biting her lip. She was not sure if Peregrine already knew about Nightjar's disability, but she wanted to make sure that he did before putting him up to such a task. "He can’t hear anything out of one of his ears." Wildfire was too… adventurous to be an heir. Raven too soft. Perhaps there just wasn't a suitable one in their first batch of kids, though Fox withheld that opinion for now.