Redhawk Caldera literally

Grimm couldn't say either way - she had yet to interact with either half of Finwood, and wasn't in any particular rush to do so. Ultimately, the only opinion that mattered was Peregrine's - and by extension, his wife's. He didn't seem keen to discuss the matter further, and Grimm was glad. She had spent quite enough time beating herself up about it.

"I apologize for eavesdropping on your private conversation with Wildfire here," Grimm gave him the same look a builder gives when you suggest a job is 'going to be cheap and quick, right?'. "You'll be in deep doo-doo if she finds out. But yeah - I have like.. five..six brothers? The oldest ones had pups as soon as they could physically make it happen." Wrocław and Wessel were both virile wolves, and their poor mates had birthed a mammoth six pups each. "There were twelve pups around all at once, and both of my bros settled nearby - I think they knew they wouldn't be able to cope with all the babies alone. Crazy time. I didn't like their mates much, but the pups were cute. Until they became teenagers, obviously - yikes. I was unanimously voted Most Uncool Aunt Ever, but I think that's because I was the only aunt, and I'd wiped every one of their poopy bums." Bunch of bitches and hos.