Redhawk Caldera Into valleys, into waters

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Things weren't ok.  The perceptive youth could feel it, though his own life had only improved since Ferret's leaving, so he wasn't positive why.  He missed his brother in a sense; but the two had been oil and water.

Whip was an enigma to his brother.  As a wolf who craved contact and closeness, his brother's withdrawn sullenness was off putting and worrying in equal parts.  He tried, but he wouldn't push where he wasn't welcome.  So he'd taken to spending more time outside the family, playing with the Blackthorns and ignoring the growing unease in his gut.

Today was harder than most, though, because he could find no one to play with.  Seemed everyone was busy.  With a slight unease he gave up, returning to their own rendezvous and half-hoping none of his family would be there.  He loved them, and he would be happy to see them.  But lately there'd been this uncomfortable pallor, and his empathetic self had a hard time handling it so young.