Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

Oh gosh, this did not go in the direction I intended. Silly Fox, quit writing yourself!

Wildfire departed (for now) after some scolding from her father. Perhaps Fox was too easy on them. Maybe that was why Wildfire was able to sneak off long before she should have. At least Fox had managed to show her some sense when they had come across that wolf at the lake. Dhole had been younger then, but apparently she'd managed not to get herself killed doing something stupid (yet). The Redhawk alpha sighed, returning her gaze to Peregrine.

She furrowed her brow as he spoke. All at once, he'd gone from conversational to adamant about his decision. "Why did you even ask?" Fox huffed. "Sounds like you've already decided." It was not the first time they'd butted heads about something, and it certainly would not be the last. Fox still didn't understand why they had to choose an heir right now. New, potentially more fit, children would be born in the spring. And then what would they do? Rip the title from hopeful Nightjar and give it to a better-suited child? That seemed less fair than reserving it all together.

"We don't have to choose now, do we?"