Redhawk Caldera all the idiots

In a flurry of events (which were described in posts above by various lovely writers), Kaizer lay dead, Whip shot off to who knew where, and Fox reaffirmed that her highest-ranking wolves would stand by her, no matter what. It was a shame that Kaizer had been such a fool, considering he was a decent hunter and could have helped raise the children. Luckily, he would now have zero bearing on how they were raised, nor would he try to claim them as his own. They would be Peregrine's, and any notion that he'd boned Fox he had taken to his grave. Fox wasn't about to admit to anything like that, and they'd been sneaky (enough) that it would be plausible to deny.

If she'd not been terribly pregnant, Fox likely would have stepped in and put Kaizer in his place (likely without killing him), but that simply wasn't the case. She didn't dare endanger the lives of her soon-to-be-born children in favor of a rank challenge. Not that it mattered what she would have done now. The children had all fled, Raven had gone after Whip, and the two Blackthorns stood making out with one another.

Fox felt drained, wondering if this would be the last shitshow Redhawk Caldera would see before her kids were born. And who would stir the pot next time? Exhausted, Fox sat, shaking her head. She had originally called this meeting for some reason, but she couldn't even recall what for now. Not that it mattered.