Redhawk Caldera dreaming out loud

“Volcano?” Fox asked, not realizing that Prima was speaking of Redhawk Caldera. To Fox, it had always just been a funny mountain who'd gotten it's top chopped off somehow. She'd never taken the time to consider why it looked the way it did. When Prima clarified that she was talking about their home, Fox was still a little confused, but shrugged it off. To her, "volcano" meant hot magma that would burn your feet when you stepped upon it. It sounded like a terrible place to make a home, based on what she'd heard.

“Peregrine and I used to rule in Blacktail Deer Plateau,” Fox replied. “It was his home before it was mine, and the wolves there never really… took to me, I guess. I told Perry I wanted to make something for us, so we did.” That was the short version, anyway. The two wolves who had come with them, FitzDutiful and Finley, were still loyal to the Alphas, something which she was incredibly grateful for. And though they'd had a few come and go, Redhawk had remained a solid pack.

But before Prima could get another word in, Fox felt another one of her nauseous fits coming on. “Sorry, Prima. I think I’m gonna—” Fox broke off with a gagging sound, unable to even finish her thought. Not particularly keen on barfing right at the girl's feet, Fox stole away, heaving her guts out until there was nothing left.