Redhawk Caldera A greatness at the cost of goodness

"The turkey probably didn't fancy being called a scrote-gina," Fox mused as she continued to wash away swashes of blood from his muzzle. She did not think that anybody would like being called that, let alone the creature who actually looked like it. Then again, she looked quite like a fox, and she had never been unhappy with her name. She did find it strange when others thought she actually was a fox, considering that she stood twice as high as one and lacked the black feet and ears that they did. Unobservant fools they were, she decided, and told herself that their opinions of her did not matter.

“Firebirds…” Fox repeated, testing the moniker on her tongue for good measure. It did have a good ring to it, and it would make a good reference to their lovely Beta, Finley, who had come up with the name. “I like the sound of it,” she replied, bobbing her head in easy agreement. When Peregrine quipped that their children might come out with scars as well, she realized that they would probably find another way. “My guess is that they’ll earn them,” she said, “if they’re anything like their parents.” And Fox could not imagine why they would be anything less than fierce.