Redhawk Caldera wind in the willows

Fox furrowed her brow. “Charming?” she repeated, wondering if Dove was simply being sarcastic. “That’s probably the last word I’d use to describe him,” Fox mused with a grin. (Sorry, Perry!) But Dove's second comment made Fox's grin turn into a genuine smile. Peregrine was a hunk, that much couldn't be denied. Why he'd wanted to get with a rough-and-tumble torn-up girl like herself was beyond her. Maybe his idea of beauty was more entwined with how often they banged.

“I hope you get to be a part of their life,” Fox said, licking Dove's cheek. Fox knew from seeing children raised in the past that it really did take a village pack. She fully intended on surrounding her children with all the wolves that would nourish their minds and bodies and inspire them to be upstanding adults one day. Their success was mandatory.