Redhawk Caldera Monster

He wanted to be left alone, yet Peregrine persisted with even more questions. Turning his tired, forlorn gaze back to his father Whip sighed with resignation. Being a relatively sharp child (though even the most dim of all dim wits would understand), Whip merely needed the implication to know exactly who his father referred to. Ferret. Though he was his brother, Whip avoided the other boy like the plague. 

"Nothing," Whip answered, unsure of what to say. "I haven't seen him." Once again, he figured the concern of his parents' was directed elsewhere. He felt himself to be an invisible boy -- constantly overshadowed by his boisterous brother. "You can stay if you want though," the boy muttered, desperate for the attention of his family despite trying his best to hide it.

When Whip heard Gannet, his gaze followed. With about a quarter of the enthusiasm of his brother, Whip greated him with a fleeting glance. He turned his attention back to his father and blurted (seemingly out of nowhere), "Dad? What happens when we die?"