Redhawk Caldera shake your tailfeathers

Got carried away. No need to match the length!

Idly, Fox went through the list of Redhawk members one by one and tried to think about them in a meaningful way. Peregrine was easy, and didn't give her much to think about aside from the fact that he made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Soon, he would be the father of her children, and she expected them to live out the rest of their days with one another. She had no plans to leave him, and while she occasionally wondered if things would fall apart like they had with Hawkeye, she did not think it was a possibility. They were so perfect for one another, even with their little flaws thrown in here and there.

Then there was Finley and Siv, both of whom Fox adored. They were the lighthearted girl friends she had always hoped and dreamed for when she was younger. They were always down for a good time, and they seemed to approve of Peregrine, which was an added bonus. They were funny, intelligent (in some regards—ahem, Finley), and all-around great friends.

Ashton, while a bit of a weirdo, wasn't really all that bad. He seemed insistent at times that she be treated with whatever voodoo he was practicing that day, but he was respectful enough to not push her into doing anything. He did have a bit of a problem with bringing home wounded strays, but Fox figured they were solid enough as a pack to take on the risk... at least for now. She'd be far less willing to do so once her children were around.

Elwood seemed nice enough, and Fox felt like she'd get to know him in time. The same went for Amon, old man that he was. There was FitzDutiful, who had followed them from Blacktail Deer Plateau, and had previously given her advice on how to deal with Haunter's death. She thought he could soar high here in the caldera if he put his mind to it, but she was just as happy having him around whenever she needed somebody to talk to.

The few others were newer recruits. Somnia, Theseus (whom she hadn't even met, yet), and Arina. Fox knew little of all three of them, aside from the fact that they were supposedly loyal to Redhawk Caldera. She intended to seek each of them out at some point or another, perhaps get to know them a bit more, seeing as they would eventually become part of the informal family they had going on here.

“Speak of the devil,” Fox whispered under her breath. Trotting up the mountain was none other than Somnia, and Fox folded her haunches so that she was sitting, allowing her fellow pack-mate all the time she needed to get up the mountain. Once she was within hearing distance, Fox barked a greeting and thumped her tail against the cold, hard earth.