Redhawk Caldera Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

When his father pulled away, Gannet stepped back wordlessly, understanding the cue that he was no longer required.  While he would have happily done more, he had no real knowledge to help and therefore wasn't of much use, so it only made sense for him to instead get out of the way.

Sliding sideways, he glanced over at Whip and sensed some measure of anxiety.  With a low whine, he approached, ears skewing sideways questioningly.  Perhaps he was upset by Peregrine's condition?  Gannet knew Ferret had done this, but for some reason, the fact didn't shock him.  He wasn't sure why.  He was perceptive in his silence, so had sensed the spirit in his brother.  He couldn't have known it would be taken this far, but for a male to challenge another at this point in their lives didn't seem that strange, especially in the case of a wolf with the alpha tendencies Ferret had shown.

He couldn't do anything for his father, but maybe Whip would let him huddle and take some happiness from that.