Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

She grumbled something inaudibly. Sure, he'd lost sight in his eye. But he'd been living with it for long enough that Fox didn't want to have to tip-toe around it every second of her day. Not only that, but he'd basically decided that he suddenly wasn't fit to be a leader. A part of her wanted to go after him, to apologize and make everything right, but Fox was far too selfish and proud to do such a thing, so she merely burned a hole in his ass watching him walk away (because walking away was totally going to solve this).

The smoldering would linger there, and Fox had a pretty good feeling she'd avoid him for at least the next day or so. If not, she could only imagine the worst would happen. Maybe they just need a little while to cool off. They could revisit the topic... later. She huffed, then turned away from the direction Peregrine had gone and stormed off.