Redhawk Caldera I thought of just your face, relaxed and floated into space

Fox shook her head, still astonished that Dante would ever consider doing such a thing. It was even more strange that the plateau wolves hadn't revolted against such a thing. Perhaps they hadn't gotten a chance to, or Dante hadn't told them what he was planning to do yet. Fox couldn't imagine Blue standing for such nonsense, and she didn't think Lasher would be a-ok with such a proclamation. Things between Lasher and Peregrine were... tense, to say the least, but Fox didn't see him as the type to hold such a grudge.

“We’ll be strong no matter what,” she replied, pressing herself closer to him. Even if the plateau hated the both of them, they had each other, and Redhawk Caldera was where they would do things the right way. Nobody could get between them, taint their children with cruel stories, or do other terrible things. No, their life here—while Fox didn't expect it to be perfect—would be much better than if they had stayed at the plateau.