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

Magpie mistook Fox's disgust for what her father had attempted to do to her mother and the unborn children she carried— it was that fact that made the yearling feel like she might throw up all over again. The Corvidae loved freely, and children of any union were celebrated. In fact, it wasn't uncommon at all for members of the nomadic pack to have multiple lovers. Mating outside of the traveling pack diversified their gene pool and protected them from the dangers of inbreeding; for Magpie it made all the sense in the world. She assumed that Fox would feel similarly— that all pups were innocent and worthy of life. It would destroy her to ever learn that had it been Fox's choice, Magpie might not exist either.

She assumed it was the shock of a murderous father that caused the fiery woman to drop the haunch, but Magpie gave her incredulous look when she revealed what she had truly been stuck on. Of all that the yearling had unloaded, the name of her father's pack was arguably the least important or noteworthy. But Fox was looking back at her expectantly, clearly waiting for confirmation, so Magpie told her, "Yeah, Crestwood is where my father lives, apparently. I thought of going there to tell him what a jackass he is, but I didn't know how he'd react. At least Peregrine isn't trying to kill me..." Yet. "Do you think he'll forgive me? You know, after I explain it all?" she questioned again, trying to steer the conversation back to her real concerns.