Redhawk Caldera Preparation creates its own luck [MFT]

Over the past year, Fox had found that she'd become far more tolerant to longer-winded individuals. Especially those that she fancied, like Somnia. If Blue Willow, on the other hand, had wanted to give her some lecture, Fox would have tuned out ages ago. That woman loved giving lectures. It was a good thing they were no longer occupying the same territory, or Fox probably would have found a way to rip her own ears off. Or make them stop hearing. Or something.

“Neat,” Fox replied, “Amon showed me how to skin a few months ago. Have you met him?” He was the oldest member of Redhawk Caldera, and Fox felt he brought something unique to their home (just like everybody else who was here). The skin he'd made that day was now the centerpiece of their den, and something Fox knew that she would cherish in the years to come. Perhaps the game that Somnia introduced would become a Redhawk tradition. Wouldn't that be fancy?!