Redhawk Caldera departures

His mother greeted him in the same fashion that he had prior; emotionless and drained. Though he settled beside her, Whip did not look at his mother directly. He couldn't. Instead, his gaze settled firmly on his forelegs and the pink, ribbon scars that traveled their length. A silence, prison wall thick, settled between them as neither Whip, nor Fox knew what to say. The silent spell, however, was broken by the arrival of another. A wolf of brown and dusty grey, who carried with him a gift.

He was familiar. He had been the wolf who had attacked Gannet at the border -- or atleast, that's what Whip had thought. He looked to his mother, hoping to gauge a reaction. She made no move of aggression, which left Whip puzzled. Nevertheless, he was much to empty to fight, so he accepted the gift his mother placed in front of him without complaint. However, both the stranger and the raccoon he had brought went ignored for now.