Redhawk Caldera vividly

Fox craned her neck toward Raven, nuzzling her fondly. It was a great comfort to have her back, even if it wasn't the happiest of times in Redhawk Caldera. This year had been rough, and it only seemed to get rougher. If Peregrine left her with nothing, despite his efforts, Fox was not sure how she could go on. Then again, perhaps nature would give her a second chance, like it had one year prior. She vaguely recalled that they had tried once, nothing had come of it, and later had tried (and succeeded) only a few months later. But even then, they would not be Peregrine's children, and that was decidedly less appealing. Even if she let another mount her now, she could at least pretend that they were his.

She pulled back, glancing once more in the direction Kaizer had gone. Exhaustion was overtaking her, and Fox suddenly felt drained of energy. Between emotional lows, hormones, and general unease with the world, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep until her children were (potentially) born.

"Can you bring some more of that... whatever you brought the other day?" she asked, turning toward the rendezvous site.