Redhawk Caldera I know you

Toad got what she wanted. Her eyes remained attentive and wide like a child seeing the hunt for the first time. She stood fast, like she was waiting for a tidal wave to hit her. It did in the form of the dark-coated wolf explaining his relation to Fox. He was the child of Fox. Towhee's brother. Fennec's father. One of the leaders of the Firebirds, who were the successors, she now realized, to the Redhawks. Phox.

Everything was starting to click into place. Phox said that she was his aunt almost as though it meant nothing. To Toad, it meant everything. He told her that his mother, her sister, had died. She had known that for years, though knew nothing about how she had died.

Yeah, I know, though I don't know how, she said slowly, trying to ensure her voice did not rattle. It didn't, but she could hear a squeaky wavering toward the end of her words. You're Phox, right? Toad confirmed. I'm Toad Amelia, I'm sorry I didn't say before, I just..

Toad paused for a moment, blinking and dipping her head, looking at the ground partly in respect but also trying to collect herself. Her excitement made her shake as though she was frightened. It welled up within her. She didn't know what to do with it.
I've been trying to find our family here for a long time.
It was a simple sentence. She looked at him. This time, she really looked at him. He seemed to hold nothing in common with the stories she had heard of her sister. But Phox was strong. He was a handsome animal. He was proud. He was everything she had expected and hoped for. Fox's legacy.