Redhawk Caldera shake your tailfeathers

Somnia spoke of trades and her wish to stay in Redhawk Caldera. Fox had never been terribly concerned with the little boxes that wolves wished to put themselves into. Personally, Fox just did what was instinctual, and others called her a warden, warrior, and chronicler. It garnered her some respect from others, but they were just labels for what she did best. She had never attempted to become any of those things, she had simply been doing what she excelled in. Wardening had just been part of her duty as a leader. She loved to start fights, which would explain why she was recognized as a warrior. And her time spent in the Teekon Wilds had allowed her to gather the history of Swiftcurrent Creek, Blacktail Deer Plateau, and Redhawk Caldera.

“Do you aspire to have a family of your own one day?” Fox asked bluntly. She wanted to ensure she knew the intentions of others, even if they weren't intentions that she was particularly comfortable with. The sooner she knew, the sooner she could prepare. It would be better to hit the issue head-on rather than deal with it when emotions were high. If Somnia did plan for children in the future, Fox wanted to ensure that the underling knew that Fox and Peregrine's children would come first.