Redhawk Caldera Do not approach the hooded figures {j}

“The fuck?” Fox said in a whisper, shaking her head. Tempest almost acted as if Fox and Elwood were supposed to take this news in stride and act like it was same-old, same-old. “I’m sorry, Tempest, but I’m not sure we can take on a risk like that. Your father killed what was basically your family. Why wouldn’t he do the same to us?” With her children coming into the world soon, Fox certainly didn't want some crazy wolf killing everything in sight. Even if Tempest answered the question, Fox wasn't sure there was much that could budge her decision.

Fox shot Elwood a glance, though she said nothing to him. She only hoped that this wouldn't get ugly or weird, two things that were certainly possible. Rejection wasn't easy, and Fox simply couldn't imagine bringing Tempest into the caldera with a history like that.