Redhawk Caldera shake your tailfeathers

What a busy little bee Somnia had been. Finding herself a den, meeting her fellow comrades, and packing the caches full of whatever food she could find. Those actions would go a long way to bumping her higher up the ladder, and Fox had no doubt that the girl would soar high if she remained with Redhawk Caldera. If anything, she had plenty of ambition, and that was more than could be said about a lot of the wolves Fox had met over time. She was glad to hear that Somnia already thought of Redhawk as home, and even more so that she seemed to catch on to the fact that their beginnings hadn't been exactly easy.

“Redhawk Caldera is the product of me feeling not so at home where Peregrine and I lived before,” she replied, “so I’m glad to hear it feels like home to you already.” Fox had never felt a sense of home and family back at the plateau, and she did not think she ever would have. It had been Perry's home, his kingdom, and she had never felt settled—even as its Alpha. The wolves there were better off without her, anyway. Half of them had disliked her for no good reason, other than the fact that she had been elevated quickly in the ranks.