Redhawk Caldera a shadow tilts its head at me

Fox was grateful for Raven's reappearance, and even more so for her comforting words. The Redhawk matriarch had never been excellent or in need of words from others, but right now, she could not think of anything that could be better. The mere thought of food made her feel sick to her stomach, and sleeping felt like the only escape from this hell she had been thrown into. First Peter, then Ferret, and now Peregrine. Perhaps Raven was repayment from some strange gods... not that Fox had ever believed in such a thing.

The mother sobbed, though no tears came (BECAUSE WOLVES CAN'T CRY). Instead, Fox's body simply heaved, convulsing quietly as she embraced her daughter as tightly as she could. How could she have done that to him? How could she have killed him? Why hadn't Fox known sooner?