Redhawk Caldera Always mountains one must scale

He wished he'd given this same speech to Peter. Maybe it would have saved his life. That thought brought on a wave of guilt so strong that he felt nauseated. He dimly registered Gannet's answering growl even as his ears started to ring. He turned away from his son to shield him from the gnarly view as his gut abruptly emptied, complete with absolutely awful gagging sounds. It left his mouth tasting sour, the stench of his own puke hanging around his head like a cloud.

"Let's move over this way," he said weakly to the white cub, motioning for Gannet to follow him several yards away, across the main clearing of the rendezvous site. "Have you seen Ferret or Whip?" he found himself asking, heart suddenly jumping into his aching throat. They were probably with Fox... but what if they weren't? "I'm going to go find them." He paused, deliberating. He would normally feel just fine telling Gannet to stay put but right now, he couldn't bear parting with the boy. "Come on, you're coming with me."

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