Moonspear Linger

Whip pondered on whether or not home remained with the Redhawk clan for a silent, reflective moment. The home he remembered did not remain, and he had seen that the last time he briefly took refuge among his own kin. The dynamic of power -- the stability he remembered as a pup -- had shifted so dynamically. Whip partially suspected the war with blackfeather and the inexperience of his younger sister in a leadership role all played a hand in the family's undoing. After all, Whip drifted away from Redhawk territory months ago for these, and some personal, reasons. Since Themiscyra, Whip hadn't felt at home anywhere. 

"It hasn't been home for quite some time," he mused, rolling his shoulder's forward in a languid shrug. Having abandoned the Redhawk clan twice over, Whip knew all the bridges to his family were burnt. All save for Gannet, of course. Gannet being the one Redhawk Whip hadn't dissapointed yet. There was this draw to normalcy, to stability, that drew Whip to the mountain pack. His brother's presence compounded on this instinctual pull. Thanfully, Hydra extended the proverbial hand.

"If you'll have me, I'd like that," Whip told her. Able-bodied as he was, he could pull his weight and earn his keep. Of that, Whip was certain.