Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

Fox tilted her head, listening to her daughter speak of her half-sister. The Redhawk matriarch had not understood her actions or reasoning, either. But it was in the past, Junior was dead, and Fox did not need to worry about it any longer. Her children were safe now, and nothing would get in the way of her future children, either. "That’s one thing Saena is probably right about," Fox replied curtly. To be fair, Fox did not have anything personal against Peregrine's other daughter.

Even though they'd had a scuffle, she had no reason to mark her as anything but an outsider. And all outsiders were enemies on some level. If Wildfire left, then attempted to break through the border, Fox would have done the same. Pack was the most important thing of all. Blood ties meant little once they were no longer pack-mates. Not that Fox would completely forget her children when they went off, of course. But she also wouldn't treat them any differently when it came to trespassing, should they be stupid enough to attempt such a thing.