Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

Despite their differences, Fox seemed to be in agreement with Saena on this particular subject. Sensing it wasn't her mother's favorite subject, Wildfire didn't press her further. She lapsed into silence as she continued pondering her dead half-sister. Maybe she'd had some sort of mental or personality disorder. Perhaps she'd even inherited it at birth. Peregrine didn't seem to suffer from any mental maladies, so that made Wildfire wonder about Junior's mother. She knew next to nothing about her; she couldn't even think of her name.

She might have asked but somehow inquiring about her father's first mate didn't seem like good fodder for conversation with Fox. Instead, Wildfire said, "Do you want to find dad and grab something to eat?" It would be a late lunch or an early dinner, depending on how you looked at it. "Think it's about time to get out of his cruddy weather," she mused aloud, pausing in her step, amber eyes lingering expectantly on the Alpha female.