Moonspear who can blame him

Alya nodded at her father's huffy tone, knowing better than to try and defend herself. If she just let the conversation move on, it would be quickly forgotten.

He went on to mention Blackfeather, which was another topic she wanted to ask him about, but was brought up short when Charon told her of her idea. Privately, she doubted the coward would even be at Redhawk. It would be foolish to go in and spread their scents around while the Redhawks had reinforcements on hand as well. But Alya couldn't deny the appeal of going into the Caldera to murder their daughters.

"I think we need to wipe out all the Redhawks," said Alya, her voice soft. "But Daddy - we need to wait until their reinforcements are gone. As soon after their battle with Blackfeather as we can, so that they're still licking their wounds." Her gaze was serious and intent. "We have leverage. One of  their daughters is within our borders. If we hit them while they're weak..." she trailed off, not quite sure how he'd react to this suggestion.