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

Fox watched as Peregrine skulked off, perhaps content that Magpie would do no harm. Fox would tend to him later, she knew, but for now, her little Magpie was the priority. Perhaps it was her motherly instincts finally kicking in, or the guilt she still clung to for what had happened at The Sunspire. Peregrine would not be mad forever. That much Fox knew with certainty. He had been cross with Fox before, and he would be cross with her in the future, but their bond was stronger than that. They were meant to be, and Fox was of the mind that nothing could stand in their way. He would be angry with Magpie for awhile, but so long as she showed that she could contribute to the pack, she could regain his trust. It would take time, but it would happen.

Magpie began to tell her story. Of the pull of her mother, of the father she had never known, of his desire to snuff out her life before she was born. Fox paused, dropping the gift at her feet and cocking her head. “Why?” she asked, immediately after Magpie had finished. Her belly tucked instinctively closer to her spine, wondering if Peregrine would ever do such a thing. She could not imagine it, though, and she relaxed once more, picking up the meat again and treading forward, Magpie in tow.