Redhawk Caldera Can't see me cry ever again

Snow fell thick over the caldera, obscuring the woolly grey clouds from sight as Alyx hauled herself over the uppermost ridge to peer down at the icy lake. It formed a blanket over her black guard hairs and tickled her whiskers as it blew over her face. Twitching her nose to rid herself of a melting flake or two, Alyx scanned the shoreline for any sign of @Towhee.

She knew she could ask her father for help as well, but after her talk with Fennec, she needed her second mom more than her dad. She was at least a little hopeful that Towma would join her for a hunt and supply some of the recognition for her interests that Niamh had failed to give. She had no reason to be so insecure. Her family had never given her any, at least, besides not trusting her judgment when it came to Rusalka. She was simply a kid who thrived on acknowledgement and didn't do so well with criticism, and who felt a little unnoticed lately. Niamh had gone a step further than that to make her daughter feel low, and now Alyx desperately needed a little of the former to put her back on track.

Towhee was harder to get praise from than Phox, which made it mean a whole lot more, and so Alyx had chosen to look for her.