Redhawk Caldera I wanna party and fly

His path intersected with a stranger.

Shar-Kali was diligently mapping the territory, having arrived in Redhawk Caldera only days prior - smack bang in the middle of the dramatic happenings. Fox - distracted but professional - had accepted her into the pack, and left the older woman to settle in. Though she was curious to know the source of the obvious tension in the air, Shar-Kali would wait to be told.

Or wheedle it out of a boy with poor self-control and loose lips - whatever came first.

He was Wildfire's age, and she hazarded a guess that this, too, was Fox's son. The red queen did not seem like the type to share breeding rights. Shar-Kali's white head popped out of the bare bushes a few paces to Nightjar's left, and she requested his attention with a gentle ahem. "Might you be another one of the red mother's children?" Polite but cool.