Redhawk Caldera who tells interns what to do.

Fig nodded when Phox made his leave, shooting him a smile as he picked up his rabbit and left. He watched him go for a few moments, thinking about the conversation they'd just had. He did feel relieved, but there was still some uncertainty in his heart. He supposed it might be one of those things that always remained. He couldn't imagine a day when he was 100% confident in himself as a leader, but he supposed time would be the one to tell.

The young Redhawk turned back to his work then, continuing along the borders and marking here and there, and thinking he might make a couple of consecutive rounds around the territory, just to get them that much further established.