Redhawk Caldera who tells interns what to do.

Figment seemed to brush off any notion that it was a leader's job. Phox, however, knew that feeling. Towhee had once pushed Phox to start his own pack when he'd brought up the mere mention of moving. In the end, it hadn't worked out. But did Phox regret it? He still wasn't sure. The times he spent in the grove were hazy memories clouded by losing Fennec and being trapped with no escape. Unpleasant memories he wasn't particularly keen on revisiting, but also memories he didn't want Figment to have about his own experience.

It was hard not to want to protect his children—even the ones who weren't blind.

Phox found himself searching for the right way to ask the question that lingered between his ears. It itched the back of his throat, clawing at it there until he changed it into something more palatable. Is it what you want? he asked, To lead? There was some saying about how the reluctant leaders were the best, but Phox did not subscribe to that belief. Based on the stories about his mother (painted by some of her best friends: Finley and Elwood), she had fought tooth and nail for her position at the top, and she'd been a fine leader.