Redhawk Caldera There There

Maybe a @Towhee?

Raven saw to Whip's face after the war with Blackfeather, treating his wounds and severed ear with some mysterious salve that burned upon application. Now, Whip supposed he looked like a reflection of what he was on the inside; a monster. Disfigured and ugly -- a terrible thing. He kept his distance from the others and often hid his face. He couldn't help but wonder if it was the extent of his injuries or gaping wound to his pride that kept him away. He denied the latter, though he knew it to be true. Bested by the Blackfeather woman, he chided himself. Why couldn't he just kill her like he had the siren? Why couldn't it be that easy?

Despite his self-imposed seclusion from the rest of the pack, word of Towhee's rise reached Whip from the medic. The Caldera belonged to a Redhawk again and the legacy of his parents was restored. Upon hearing the news, Whip thought he should be happy to know that the pack belonged to his family once again, but he felt only jealousy. After all, he was the eldest remaining son of Peregrine and Fox. Of course, Whip kept these thoughts to himself, but they simmered under his skin silently.

It was with these thoughts in the back of his mind that Whip sought his sister.