Redhawk Caldera Monster

Funny how his sons were appearing from the woodwork, save for the one he wanted to sit down and talk to the most. Well, "wanted" was perhaps a misnomer. And if he had to pick, he certainly preferred the company of Gannet and Whip over Ferret most days of the week. They weren't exactly happy-go-lucky either but they didn't tend to break his skin and bones the way Ferret did.

Brushing that thought aside, Peregrine returned Gannet's woof with one of his own, then returned his gaze to the reticent Whip. He seemed so ambivalent. And then he asked a question that might have seemed odd or even shocking to some but which the Alpha male thought was probably prudent, considering the boys' childhood.

"You go to sleep. There's no more pain, only peace. But," he continued carefully, wondering if it was even possible wolves of his youngest litter's age would consider things like self-harm, "when someone dies, the pain passes onto those they left behind. That's why it's been difficult moving on after Peter's passing. We took on his pain and have to process it, along with his loss in general." He frowned thoughtfully, wondering if he'd explained that well, gaze skittering between both boys to see if his explanation sufficed.