Redhawk Caldera uncast shadow of a southern myth

I'm da slowest. Last round!

She had been thinking it, but hearing Peregrine say it out loud cut through her core. Fox had never been particularly attached to a place until she had come to Redhawk Caldera. (Sorry, Swiftcurrent Creek, she's just not that into you.) This was the birthplace of her children, her home and Fox didn't want to give that up. But she knew, when it came down to it, she was more interested in being alive than holding on to sentiments.

The sight of Eljay was a relief, as was the arrival of Finley. At least nothing serious had happened to either of them, although Finley looked like she was about to yarf. No envy there, sucka!

The others remained silent, and Fox one-eye glanced around at the gathered faces. "One more thing before you're free," she said, letting her gaze rest on Shrike and Eljay for a moment longer than the others. "If anybody wants to volunteer for puppy-duty, Peregrine and I would be most thankful. These little shits are a handful. Come talk to me if that's something any of you would like to do." She trusted both of those wolves, and hopefully they could lend a helping hand.

"That's all," she announced with a note of finality.