Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

"Always." Fox's heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach (or at least it felt that way). How could she not have known? She furrowed her brow. How something like this could have gone unchecked for so long? Did her other children have ailments that she had no clue about? Was there anything Fox (or anybody in the pack) could do to fix it? Was it something she or Peregrine had passed on biologically? Could any of their children hear out of both ears?

All these questions unfurled in her head, though she did not speak them aloud. Fox did not wish to cause concern for Nightjar. She could not verify any of what she was thinking, and she did not want to frighten him. Of course, maybe he would not be frightened at all. He had managed thus far, hadn't he? The sole Redhawk son was shaping up to be a good hunter, and he'd already proven that he was an apt fighter. So perhaps all this worrying was for nothing.

"It doesn't bother you, does it?" she asked, finally.