Redhawk Caldera point of being right

Raven approached, and Fox greeted her with a wagging tail and joy in her veins. Her daughter was one of the things that had helped her through one of the hardest times of her life. But when her daughter began to speak, Fox's stomach dropped (and it wasn't from the children she was carrying). "A chance to explain" was not something that Fox had ever—would ever—afford anyone, family or not. Instead, she took a step back and curled her lip at Raven. "How could you?!" Fox screeched, hurt and anger clear in her voice. After all this... all this talk of Raven wanting to help her through her own pregnancy, and she went and got herself knocked up?

"I thought I could trust you, Raven," Fox said, her tone dull and any joy drained out of her the moment she had seen what her daughter had come to reveal. Now she could trust nobody. Fox felt she should have known better. Grown children didn't come back because they wanted to help. They came back because they wanted to overthrow their parents or kill the new offspring.