Dragoncrest Cliffs Crash burn

Despite the sniffles and dizzying congestion, Alyx was expecting a happy reunion with her father, not the figurative sledgehammer he sent swinging her way with his news. She gradually sank back to her haunches with the weight of it, smile fading to confusion which gave way to shock.

She knew her mother was a selfish wolf. After all, Alyx had to get it from somewhere, and it certainly wasn't Phox. She knew enough about her mother to know Niamh would go to great lengths to get whatever she wanted in life, whether that manifested as extreme determination or extreme pettiness (in the case of things she didn't like), but this...

If only she knew the true nature of the fight that sent Bronco from the Redhawks. Alas, Alyx still believed that despite being capable of emotionally harming them when she felt like it, her mother would never intentionally endanger her children for any reason, and none of this made sense.

Why... Why would she do that? There has to be a mistake, she was gonna have babies soon, wasn't she? Another horrific thought wormed its way into her brain then: what if Niamh had lost the babies? What if Alyx wasn't going to have siblings this year, after all, and the pain of losing them was what made Niamh run away? That made a whole lot more sense than her doing it while heavily pregnant, but was no less upsetting to the young Redhawk-Blackthorn.