Redhawk Caldera a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor

I'm gonna assume Fox knows by some avenue at this point, since the body's been discovered.

She hadn't gone to see him. She couldn't bear it. Already she had lost one son, and now another. Fox had mostly been in a daze since then, barely comprehending what was going on in the world around her. She couldn't even force herself to swallow a few measly scraps that were brought to her by concerned parties. She knew the children had noted his absence, but she couldn't formulate the words to tell them that their brother was gone. Forever.

It was the familiar voice of Peregrine that pulled her out of it. The rock that had been there when Haunter had died, when their smallest child from their first litter had died, and it was he who was here when this happened.

"Peter is dead," she managed to verbalize, which only reopened the wound in her heart.