Redhawk Caldera Woes vs. whoas

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.