Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

Although Wildfire agreed with him and proved his point, Peregrine gave her a stern look. "Wildfire, this is a private conversation. Please make yourself scarce," he said brusquely, only for Fox to suddenly shine a harsh light on their daughter. "I heard," he confirmed in a flat tone. There was nothing he could do about it. Wildfire was no longer a little girl and he couldn't trap her here. "We're due for some Warrior training, I think, to make sure your skills are up to snuff." He figured the best thing he could do was prepare his daughter for all the dangers out there, half-sisters with possibly ill intentions among them. "We'll talk about it later. Now go away until we call for you," he finished, shooing her with a sweep of a broad black paw.

He waited for Wildfire to slink away before facing Fox again, gathering his thoughts and saying, "You know I usually defer to you. But on this, I'm going to insist we do it my way. He will be my direct heir and I don't think a bum ear will make any difference. If you really feel that way, then I will step down, effective immediately, because an eye is sure as hell a much bigger deal." Peregrine knew it sounded a bit like blackmail but he didn't mean it that way. In fact, he wondered if she might agree with him and he might end up stepping down much sooner after all, heirs aside.