Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

Perhaps naturalism wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Wildfire seemed hesitant to continue learning about it, though Fox was just happy that her daughter was doing a good job of being a useful member of Redhawk Caldera. Really, that was all that Fox had ever wanted from her children. And if they ended up being dead weight, she would not hesitate to let them know, give them a chance to fix it, and kick them out if they didn't shape up. Idly, she wondered how Peregrine would feel about that.

Dhole went on to ask about primary, secondary, and tertiary trades. "Honestly," Fox replied, "I've always considered my specialized skills to be equals. There are times when I dabble in other things, but protecting our border, being on the offense, and keeping our history are the three I focus on the most." There were, of course, things that Fox completely ignored. She'd never once touched anything even related to healing. She'd follow instructions from healers, but only those she knew and trusted.