Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

Fox canted her head when Dhole mentioned the history lessons. If anything, the Redhawk matriarch had wanted her children to know where they had come from. Her own parents had done a decent job of that, and Fox wanted to keep that tradition alive. She could only hope that her own three kids would do the same if they had children of their own. Grandkids were not something Fox had given too much thought to… but another couple of years could actually mean just that.

"I did," Fox replied. "I just got antsy, I suppose. It’s common when you get to be about a year old. There’s a big, huge, wide world out there." Now that Fox had settled with Peregrine, she didn't think about it too much anymore. "There was also the drive to start a family for me." Never had there been a doubt in Fox's mind that she would have children. It had always been part of the plan, and things had fallen into place easily.

"I used to think about them more… but since Dove isn’t around anymore and your aunt Robin disappeared before you were even born… I guess my life is just here, now."