Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

When he began the descent into the rendezvous site, he was not surprised to see the bright red back of either his mother or sister there. Peregrine was nearby, asleep. As Nightjar drew nearer, he recognized that it wasn't Wildfire, but Fox, and his tail began to wave. Not that he didn't like his sister—on the contrary, no matter how jealous he was of Wildfire's and Raven's reputation versus his own, and no matter how grumpy he got with them, he loved his sisters dearly—but it had been a while since he'd spent any quality time with his mother.

He flopped down in the grass nearby, unaware that Fox had already noticed him and reacted. She offered to take the muscle, but he draped a broad paw over it and said, "I can." Maybe she would test him, try to take it from him, engage in a tug of war... all things that Nightjar would appreciate even if the tough muscle was for Peregrine and not himself. But it wasn't likely, not unless Fox was in a better mood than she looked. Without a signal to keep his guard up, the burly pup dropped his snout over his forearm and stared at Peregrine.

"Dad's like me now," he commented idly, unintentionally vague as he very often was.