Redhawk Caldera Let me tell you my story.

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She bowed her head for a few seconds, then raised it and resumed. -Although it was winter and she was grieving Peregrine's loss, Fox powered through what was to be her last pregnancy.- She paused, letting that ominous sentence hang over the audience a moment, orange eyes flicking sideways to wait for Phox to deliver it before continuing. -On the first day of the new year, Fox's life ended even as ours began. She gave birth to six pups. Two of them died very young. One disappeared not long ago. But the three of us are still here, loyal and strong. We're the future of Redhawk Caldera.-

She made eye contact with Orca—whose own gaze looked a little misty and melancholic—and then with Phox. Towhee then puffed up her chest and regarded the crowd, sending sort of shady looks in the direction of the other pups. They weren't Redhawks, not by blood at least. One day, Towhee thought she might rise up in the ranks and kick all the outsiders out on their asses. In the meantime, at least they'd been imbued with the pack's strong familial history.

-THE END!- she signed emphatically, bumping against Phox before sidestepping off the makeshift stage. She padded over to her godparents with a look that clearly asked, "How did I do?" She made a point to grin gratefully at her other loved ones before settling down among them to discuss the story and the Redhawk pups' performance.