Redhawk Caldera i'm not the one who stabbed the captain with a pickle

I should be going to bed...

“Good gods, slow down,” Fox said as Junior shot question after question at her, although her tone was far from condescending. “Peregrine, Lasher, and I were out scouting for a place to call home. Then I fell and fucked up my rib and my leg. Lasher’s out hunting, and your dad is on his way back to the plateau to let everybody know.”

Had she covered everything? “And this,” Fox said, sweeping her muzzle across the starlit landscape, “is Redhawk Caldera.” Fox and Perry had picked the name together. It represented the both of them, and although she found it a little bit self-centered to name such a vast, beautiful place after themselves, she couldn't help but feel proud of it. Fox paused, suddenly curious to know why Junior was this far south. “Did the sea wenches not work out for ya?”