Redhawk Caldera And a voice, with the fear of a child, answers.

Find Towhee, Niamh had instructed of him, and so he'd gone to do that. The image of Primrose's bundled body burned within his brain.

The loss was hard to process despite only having met the child the one time. The situation brought back a certain kind of angst he had felt towards his own father — the absent Firefly. 

The man hadn't even seen fit to stick around for the birth of Reyes or his siblings. At least Niamh was there for a while, he thought; but he could not put aside the anger he felt towards his aunt for her clear failure. She was his mother. How could she let her own child die out in the wilderness like that?

The pounding of Reyes' feet through the snow, the way he charged across the hillside and pulverized his way between the trees, gave everyone within earshot ample warning to his destructive mood. It was good that they kept clear of him while he was like this. 

As he crested the top of the hill Reyes saw something dark moving at a blur. He was hopeful that it might be a trespasser lost in the falling snow, so he jumped at the chance to follow it, and ran in hot pursuit along the ridge. As he caught up to the figure he recognized it immediately as his sovereign, but that did not stop him from chasing after them.

Reyes came up alongside Towhee and reached out to snap at the wolf's hip, a playful (albeit rough) invitation to race, and then leapt from the rise and kicked snow as he sprinted ahead.