Redhawk Caldera don't stop until your heart goes numb.

The thought of miniature Foxes and Peregrines was exciting and worrisome at the same time. They would likely resemble their parents at least somewhat in appearance, and there was no doubt in Elwood's mind that they would be spunky, rambunctious, and outgoing. Even if, for some reason, the Alphas' personalities didn't rub off on the little tykes, they would have their crazy godmother to learn from.

"I can't wait to meet them," he agreed, although he knew that he probably would have to wait until he was given permission by Fox to visit the pups. The new mother was bound to be territorial -- even more than usual, if possible! -- and would be protective of her babes for the foreseeable future. But as soon as he could, he would make himself a presence in the firebirds' lives.

Fin then dropped her voice to a conspiratorial tone and asked how they were going to do away with the Alphas. Elwood chuckled, lifting a paw to rub thoughtfully at his chin. "Well, we can always drown them in the lake. Or push them off the top of the mountain," he said; Lake Rodney would be large enough to hide their remains, and while shoving them down the slopes would be satisfying, it perhaps wasn't their most practical option.