Redhawk Caldera Woes vs. whoas

Somebody named after her? Now that fed right into Fox's ego, and her tail beat back and forth quickly against the open air. The thought of naming one of her own children after her had always seemed a bit too obvious, even if Wildfire would have been the perfect child for it. They were nearly identical, and on more than one occasion, they'd been mistaken for one another. In the right light, they could be siblings. Of course, Fox was a couple of years older and was rougher around the edges, but she had a feeling that Dhole would get there one day (if she was anything like her parents).

Fox nearly choked on her own saliva when Dhole mentioned "grandchildren." It was hard to believe that was a possibility next year. Idly, Fox wondered if Nightjar or Raven had settled down with anybody. She sure hoped that if they hadn't, they had at least found somewhere to call home. And if they ever wanted to come back, she knew she'd let them do so with open arms (paws?). "If we have kids?" Fox retorted playfully, "I think you mean when we do." The Redhawk clan wasn't about to stop growing. "I'm pretty sure we could make a trip up there for you. Maybe in a few months when the current batch of Redhawks is a little older. Hell, we'll bring them along!"