Redhawk Caldera When she sleeps there is a fever dream

Phox had done more perusing of the borders ever since he had chased off that stranger. What an idiot, thinking that he could just walk right up here. Not only that, but he'd had a meal in his jaws, and Phox was horrified to think that the trespasser had hunted on their land. Even if he hadn't done it within the caldera's borders, it was still too close for comfort. It left a bad taste in Phox's mouth, and he wasn't about to let the caldera be anything less than perfect.

This was his home, his birthright, and he wanted to be able to pass it on to the children someday. He found himself more protective of this place than he had thought he would be, but he didn't consider that a bad thing. He also chalked some of that up to the colder weather. After the cold weather came springtime, and with springtime came children. The thought of more of them running around made him smile head to toe. Phox lived and breathed for his kids.

The Regent caught Bronco's scent, and he found it odd that the boy hadn't called for anybody. Then again, maybe he wasn't here to see anybody. Phox doubted that, though. He thought back on what Niamh had said, about the kids only coming by when they needed something (and for a meal). That made him chuckle, and Phox jogged toward his son-in-law stepson until he was within earshot.

Hey Bronco, he said. What brings you over here?