Redhawk Caldera Their pet angel was just in the holy land.

As the pack gathered around Towhee, Fin found herself staring behind them at the land they were about to leave behind. She had made her peace with the decision - it was the right one after all. That didn’t make it any easier for her. She had gone to Peregrine’s and Fox’s graves, not speaking out loud to them because even she knew that was insane, but losing herself to her thoughts of them and of the future, and hoping they would be pleased with the decision their daughter had made. She had gone to Tiger’s grave as well, just to look upon it once more before they left. 

She had done the same with other landmarks too - the whelping den where she’d birthed all her children, the shores of Rodney where she had told Peregrine that absurd story about how it had been named, the cave where she had been trapped for days during the snow storm with Towhee and the others, the little den by the stream where she had first lived before she and Elwood had become mates. So many memories - more than she’d ever realized until it was time to go. Fin felt mournful to leave it all behind, but had managed to find a way to be hopeful about their future.

When the group began to move, Fin stood still for a moment longer. It wasn’t until she heard one of the pups fussing about being nudged along by their father that she finally turned to help. She peered down at Cinder and Tywyll as she urged them along, wondering if they might be the ones to return one day and reclaim the territory. That thought made her smile, though she did wonder which of the Redhawks they would follow here. There was no Caldera without both Redhawks and Blackthorns, after all. They were one family, and they always would be, no matter where the road took them.