Redhawk Caldera the old bridge is on fire and i’m the one to blame

Fox's belly had begun to grow visibly, and she was beginning to take notice of how it would sway from side to side. It only filled her with more joy, even though she, too, had realized the absence of some of their newer—and one older—members. Siv, her double, hadn't been seen around in ages. Mikael and Tempest were suspected to have run off together, which was surprisingly less hurtful to Fox. She would much rather they run off somewhere else rather than try to take the caldera or fight for breeding rights. They were the newest to the pack, so it only made sense that they were gone first. Besides, it would mean more meat for her children.

She was trailing along the base of the mountain when she noticed Peregrine to her left, coming down the slope with purpose. Fox wagged her tail, but it took her a moment to realize he wasn't coming for her. Squinting her grey eyes, Fox followed his line of sight to the stark black and white figure that stood out against the snow. Magpie.

With the look on Perry's face, Fox had a pretty good feeling that he wasn't exactly pleased to see the girl back. And in most cases, Fox wouldn't have been pleased, either. But either the hormones or their history with one another made her heart go out to the white-marked girl. Fox quickened her gait, and soon she had planted herself between Magpie and Peregrine's intended path. She was heading for Magpie, wanting to make sure she got to the girl first. “Magpie!” she called out, her tone hinting at concern and worry.