Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

Fox gave him a faux scowl. She had always seen herself ruling until she died, but perhaps it wasn't meant to be. Perhaps if it was one of her own children ruling (as it should be), Fox could be content with that future. Fox was a terrible leader solo, and Swiftcurrent Creek had seen that. It was only once she had come alongside Peregrine that she had really started to hit her stride and handle things with any ounce of grace. Sure, she still had her moments, but she was lightyears better than she had been in her creek days.

"What if we have children who are more capable than him?" Fox asked. It was not as if Nightjar and his sisters would be the only three Firebirds ever. In fact, Fox intended to produce as many children as was humanly wolfly possible, provided that Peregrine didn't start shooting blanks. She wanted their family to grow and grow, just like her own parents' family had. Anything less would feel like a failure.