He had made it a habit of roaming in the vicinity of the rendezvous site, though as he emerged from sleep, he found the earth was not as dry as the previous night. To his enjoyment, the ground was covered in large puddles, and to the boy, this was the jackpot. He didn't like swimming so much, but he did like the water. His earliest memory of his family was the trip to the river, his fondest recollection of his mother. 

But this day, he had much more important things on his mind.

As he wandered, he made it a job of splashing in every puddle as he went, deeming it his civic duty to do so. By the time he neared the large group consisting of Peregrine, someone-that-looked-like-Fox-but-wasn't, The Ferret, Gannet, and another male he had never seen before. He burst from the pines, looking rather estranged, stopping right in the path of the lookalike Fox. The majority of him was doused in mud, though he had payed no mind to his appearance, nor the frenemny that also apparently had the same idea as him about the puddles.

"Who are you?" He shoved in the not-Fox's face, taking in a huge whiff of her scent, as his nose scrunched up as he tired to decipher who the heck this was. His tone was rather blunt, but he did not really care so much, rather, his own curiosity taking the bulk of his mannerisms.

So his suspicions had been correct. Huh. This was not Fox, so he assumed this had to be one of their countless children. Why had he not considered that before? Perhaps, he was getting slow. But one thing he did notice was Wildfire's name. Well, it just wasn't weird. And he noted it out loud. "Your name is cool," His comment was laced with a hint of suspicion, as if he could not believe this was one of Peregrine's children since she did not have a weird name like the rest, though her nickname begged to differ.

But as the conversation went on, he braced himself, just waiting to be called or compared to Peter once again. But she did not. This surprised him, and it was clear within his features. But all at once, his nose scrunched up, a hint of distaste among his body language. "Whip?" She could not be serious. "It's Jack," He replied, though he felt oddly miffed the woman had though him to be Whip, the one with the weirdest name of them all. 

But the news of his woman being his.. his sister, was news to him. He knew he had been accepted into the Redhawk pack, but he did not know that meant into their family. Huh. His eyes flickered over to his family as the sploshed around in the mud, like children. Yes, this was his family. However ridiculous they were. "Cooool," He smiled back at the woman, awe clear on his face. He could not help the urge to flaunt it everywhere, that this girl here, yes, this one, was HIS sister. He could see it all now. They would go on adventures, hunt down cannibals and save orphans like him from all the bad guys of the Teekon. But that had him wondering, why had he not seen her before. She couldn't possibly have just arrived. Could she? "You're staying, right?" His tone seemed wary, unsure. His gaze shifted back to the others, resting particularly on Ferret. Now that he had an older sister, he didn't have to worry about the boy coming after him. His eyes snapped back to Wifi, meeting hers as if searching for something deep within.

"You have to stay," His tone turned hard, adamant on that fact. She couldn't leave now that he had just found out he had a sister. She was the only one who didn't look at him like he was Peter. She had to stay.

He did not like the answer he received. Like.. at all. He understood she could not stay, that she lived elsewhere. But he had hoped, they may get along. Yet, this seemed all too familiar. Perhaps her departure brought back too many memories of all he had said goodbye to before, or perhaps it was his own disappointment at himself for opening his heart to another group that would surely leave him in the dust; the two were unidentifiable to the boy. "All my siblings are gone," He mumbled to himself; no context, and shrugged, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. And for him, it was. He had recounted it what seemed a million times before. Wolves came and went, was all it was. Yet, perhaps his high expectations had come to easily. Perhaps he should not have so eagerly accepted Wifi as his sister, since she had no plans to stick around. They always did, it seemed, and he could not make  her out to be some sort of exception. With one last glance back to Wildfire, he shook his head. It had been a stupid idea in the first place. "Never mind," His feet shifted, instantly uncomfortable with the situation had landed himself in, and scowled. As Fox and Wildfire conversed, clearly moved on from his presence among them, he slipped away from the group as Peregrine and his biological sons pranced about in the mud. Stupid, they were. They were all just stupid. While his heart was not put into the words he thought, the rising anger at himself for giving into the idea of a permanent family clouded his love for the Redhawk's. He was not one of them, not really. Trudging away in the dirt, the boy isolated himself for the rest of the day, unable to speak a word without the fear of abandonment etching into his quivering tone. The boy was an overreacter, but he could not help it. Other feelings were at work in his mind, some that had kept him alert while others failed him. Yet, it was his fatal flaw and one of which, he had no interest in admitting.