Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

"In the springtime," Fox replied. At least, that was what she expected to happen. Nature didn't always follow some strict timeline, of course. "And you’re correct. Unless you’re a part of the pack, you won’t be able to meet—or even see—the pups until they’re old enough to go out on their own." Even though Fox did not suspect that Wildfire or her siblings would ever harm their younger siblings, she wasn't willing to take that risk after the fiasco with Junior. It just wasn't worth the risk involved.

Perhaps that would persuade Wildfire to stay with them instead of leaving, though Fox wasn't going to count on it. There was also the chance her red daughter might stick around for one litter, but leave before the next ones were born. In any case, Fox had a good feeling that all three of her first batch were level-headed enough to make those big decisions on their own when the time came. She and Peregrine had raised them that way.