Redhawk Caldera He's just a different kind of kid

When we are telling our own grandkids. That caught her off guard, though she didn't respond or call attention to it. It was jarring to hear him so casually make reference to them as a pair when, lately, she'd been silently waiting for him to drop the hammer on the entire thing.

But validation wasn't something she could ask for right now, and she'd resolved to sit back and just ride. So as tempting as it was to hook into that drop, she let it pass. It was fucking hard. Fennec was not a wolf who was used to biting her tongue, but at least this indicator pushed the needle a little positive?

She'd had the thought, back when she'd first felt like she needed to step down, that it'd be pretty awesome to run off and just start their own thing. She'd pretty immediately thrown it out as a 'never gonna happen' when Bronco had seemed both incapable of leaving and pretty disillusioned with her as a partner. So, trying to get a read on what he was indicating, she had a hard time following.

Like, as in, really toss them down? I mean... I'm totally willing to see what Rue has, but mom? That'd feel a little messed up. It was weird that he'd double down on it, so her expression spoke plainly that she knew she was missing something. I'm definitely on board with different, but if we are talking serious, I don't think leading this place is worth that.

Obviously. But it was more even than her mom. Redhawk Caldera was good and all, but she didn't exactly fit here. She was tolerated because she was Towhee's kid, but she had no false pretenses about where certain public opinion held her otherwise.