Blacktail Deer Plateau cruel to be kind

another boy might have responded to vesper's unwanted intrusion with shouts and threats. another boy might have countered her demand with insults, even teeth. peregrine, however —
he ignored her entirely. not even a flick of the ear to acknowledge her presence; as if his sister was a ghost, looming over the living sans any ability to impose her own will. as if she wasn't there at all. and to him, it might as well have been true. clearly she didn't want to be a sister to him. no, she would rather be a daughter to liars and abandoners. and if that was the case... he would treat her as such.
where vesper inspired no reaction with her words, old mom drew wildfire rage with her lack. the wayward redhawk bristled and stepped closer. fuck you! you don't even care 'bout me! you only care 'bout vesper 'n blueberry! he spit the words in a fury with his newly-pottied mouth (courtesy of buzzard), disjointed and breaking with a million emotions, all volatile. you never cared 'bout prevost either. you didn't come get us, and now she's gone, and it's ALLYOURFAULTCAUSEYOULIED! his voice rose to a piercing shriek, chest burning with the knowledge that new dad would never have let prevost disappear. he wouldn't have left peregrine to be the only one who cared about her enough to go looking. he would have protected them.