Redhawk Caldera frostpunk

She wasn't buying it, and what he said next might have been one of the dumbest things she'd ever heard.  Wait, so... you aren't injured.  Which means you shouldn't be here.  How does that make any sense?  She asked, clearly both amazed and amused by however he'd gotten to that decision.  First off, if you want to be somewhere, you should be there.  Second, if you were injured, you'd be dead weight.  You aren't, which is probably why mom hasn't kicked you out yet.  

She tilted her head curiously, trying to read what was going on with him.  It was weird.  He wasn't down for yelling, clearly, but there was some weird new subdued twinge to his voice that didn't at all match with the guy she'd screamed at that night.  Maybe that had been the oddity?  Dream screaming?  Though Meerkat she guessed had been similar, coming from the glen.  At least he wasn't sobbing 24/7.  Different wolves processed grief different ways, but Fennec couldn't understand either.