Redhawk Caldera it rained on your parade

Wildfire did exactly what was expected of her. Fox wondered if this was some kind of punishment for not loving them like she was supposed to. Did the girl somehow know her mother's thoughts? Little did she know Peregrine had thought something along these lines when he had named the mini spitfire. Maybe she was telepathic. In any case, the black one went barreling into Wildfire, which would surely set off yet another shitstorm of screams.

Not wishing to hear another round of that, Fox corralled both of them close to her side, hoping that maybe the warmth would quiet them. If not, she might just call for Peregrine and request a break from the little heathens dears.