Redhawk Caldera speaking of

Also tagging @Lucy and @Liffey. TWO THOUSAND POSTS, GUYS.

Fox was the worst kind of friend. She'd pop up only when things were going well, and she would draw inward when things weren't going well. The past several months had fallen into the latter category, and Fox had made zero time to see Finley, Elwood, or their batch of new kidlets. In fact, the last time she'd had a legitimate conversation with Finley was when they'd been discussing the next litter. At least, she was pretty sure that was right. How old were the Finwood kids now, anyway? And which ones had wandered off? She really was a terrible friend.

Were they at the rendezvous site? Did they still live in the whelping den? Fox, you really are a piece of work.

Well, no time like the present to mend things! Acting as if she was up to date and on top of everything about her betas lives (never mind the fact that Finley wasn't technically beta anymore), Fox called upon @Elwood, @Finley, and uh... whoever their kids were. Did they even have names? This was another question that she pondered as she sat at the rendezvous site, contemplating all these questions.