Redhawk Caldera WSS: Prologue

If he had shared any of his points, Alyx would know he wasn't entirely wrong—Phox and Towhee did their best to dote on their children equally, but Niamh had clear favourites, and Alyx felt like she ranked lowest on that list by a mile. She doubted Primrose had ever been called a baby even though he still had his fairy tales in his head, and surely Quetzal hadn't, either. Towhee and Phox did their best... But then she would point out that Meerkat was afforded opportunities that none of the other children were allowed, even when they asked for it, and the real root of her resentment for Meerkat would be unearthed: she was jealous, but not because Bronco had gone with her.

Because Alyx had not been allowed to do what Meerkat had at a younger age, and was forced to stay here, where she felt more and more caged.

But she was no mind reader, and Bronco offered no counterpoints, only solemn nods. It was refreshing, actually, for someone to listen without trying to convince her that she was wrong. She'd felt the same when speaking to Fennec, and being heard like that meant a lot to her. She raised her brows and pulled her paw out of the water when he suggested there was a different reason for his departure. She placed it gingerly on the ground, wincing at the ache that radiated out from her ankle. The water had helped with the throbbing, at least. There's another?