Redhawk Caldera I'd be prepared to lose a few with you.

Gannet felt worse than he had in a long time, maybe worse than ever.  He tried not to let it drag him down, focused on instead bringing a smile or two to his mom and Whip, but every time he thought about it, or passed a spot they used to play, it was like a kick to the gut and all the air left him.  

And it left him somewhat angry.  Not at mom, not at Whip, but moreso at whatever decided dad didn't get to stay longer.  That Peter didn't get to stay longer.  It wasn't an anger he turned in unhealthy directions, but it was one that stemmed from sorrow and from things he couldn't control.

He was feeling particularly down after stumbling on the apple tree earlier that day, and so he went naturally to find his mom, hoping to find some comfort.  Instead he found something perhaps better; a stranger, standing in front of his mom.  A large male.  He didn't know why, but suddenly his anger was at the forefront, and with nothing more than a growl he took a running charge towards the guy.  Fox didn't seem eager to fight, but inexplicably, Gannet was.