Redhawk Caldera jaguar

That much was true, that only a fool would change their mind. But it was for different reasons. To cross Fox was to invite injury, to invite death. He brushed up against her again, and Fox twitched, pulled away, but she didn't snap at him this time. She spun around to face him, ears slicked back and hackles on end. It was the most she had heard him speak since meeting him, and she was not sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Things had been calmer with Peregrine. But calm wasn't what she longed for right now.

If he took her here, she could tell herself that the children were Peregrine's. She would have no way of knowing; nor would anybody else. Her pride, her ego, egged her on. She desperately wanted more Firebirds in this world, and very little could stop her from doing what she pleased. Peregrine had not been her mate when they had first danced that ancient dance... but neither had she any chance of becoming pregnant with his children. Fox continued to wrestle with these thoughts while keeping a close eye on Kaizer, should he try any more drastic measures.