Moonspear Let the shiver of it sting you

Gannet listened quietly as Rannoch told his tale.  They had similar lives now it seemed; Gannet's parents had died as well, though the pack lived on, safe in Finley and Elwood's care.  Due to his propensity for wandering, however, the Caldera hadn't felt quite as much like home without them... every so often there came a day where he felt the ache of missing both his parents and siblings, though he never dwelled too long on the sensation.  Finley and Elwood were great, but they had family of their own to tend to.  Gannet had the unfortunate timing of having been raised by Peregrine and Fox; not one of their brood, like the youngest RedHawks seemed to be.

"Why do you think that?"  He asked, not wanting to be a downer, but wondering how he could know.  Gannet himself had no idea as to Whip or Ferret's status; they could be dead, they could be fine.  "Two brothers.  And some younger ones still around."  He frowned slightly.  "Titmouse, my little brother, is why I'm here."  And he probably wasn't around anymore.  Hopefully not.  They'd look for him at the Caldera; he'd never been the type to seek a challenge, Gannet didn't think, so likely he'd run.  Good.