Redhawk Caldera IGNIS UMBRA

*flails*

The call that resounded through the caldera was one that was so familiar to Fox, she could have been dead asleep, and she still would have known exactly who and what it was. Peregrine had called for a hunt, and Fox's red ears swiveled toward the summons. Without hesitation, she bounded toward her mate, her lover, her partner, her co-parent. It was sometimes hard to believe that the Firebirds were nearly full-grown.

She arrived to find several of the Redhawk members already gathered, and she greeted each of them with a glance, some with a nod, and the ones she was closest to—Wildfire, Nightjar, Pan, Elwood—with a small nudge. Peregrine was the exception, and he got a full-on face lick.