Redhawk Caldera Preparation creates its own luck [MFT]

"Weird," Fox replied, still unsure why anybody would split up with somebody they had essentially devoted their life to. She found the thought of it absurd, and thinking about being with anybody other than Peregrine was downright crazy. Perhaps Somnia felt the same way, which was why she had backpedaled on her parents so quickly. Trying to imagine her own parents splitting up gave Fox the same feeling.

"Oh, let's see..." Fox began, trying to think of ways to describe the rag-tag crew she'd come from. "My parents had a litter or two before me, but most of them had left by the time I was older. It was pretty much only our family that lived there. Girls don't get surnames, but the boys all get Crestwood. Everybody's named after what they look like, but not until they're a few weeks old. Apparently, my red coat was enough for them to call me Fox." That tradition was something Fox wished to pass on to her own children, and their children... and so on and so forth.

"I left when I was about a year old. I guess I just felt I was destined for bigger and better things." Fox rarely thought about her birth pack, and she had no desire to return to it. She had her own family at Redhawk Caldera, and there was no reason for her to go home. Peregrine was here, and here was where she would stay. Life was good.