Redhawk Caldera return to the fire

Magpie felt her heart get just slightly deflated at Fox's question— why was everyone so hung up on the past? Wolves changed, especially puppies. She was a yearling now, so clearly beyond the flightiness of her youth. "Yes", she stressed, drawing close to nose her sister's shoulder affectionately. "You're having babies— I wouldn't be a very good sister if I wasn't here for that." It was hard leaving Summer behind; one of the hardest things she had done. But family was more important. She arrogantly believed that was a mark of maturity in her, that she'd give up a hot dude to help look after ugly squirming puppies. Wait— what was she doing here, again?

"How are things?" she questioned abruptly, attempting to derail that train of thought. A sinking feeling was suddenly hot in the pit of her stomach, as she realized Fox would likely tell her news of Peregrine. Did he still hate her? Was she even welcome here, or had Fox changed her mind? Had Peregrine even returned? That thought her made her angry. Fuck men. They were so emotional and irrational— if Peregrine had abandoned Fox, the yearling would hunt him the fuck down and drag him back here like a kitten.

Magpie had worked herself into a silent, seething rage... but she waited for her sister's answer, the only hint of her runaway thoughts a slight darkening of her gaze.