Redhawk Caldera hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say

Alyx's jaw cracked audibly at the tail end of a wide yawn. She unwittingly let it go with a contented sigh, then squinted against the early morning sun rising over the Caldera. It was tempting to just walk right on in, but she resisted the urge to use her Redhawk card for special treatment. She suspected her family would never attack her or treat her like a trespasser, but while she could be entitled, Alyx wasn't entirely without manners.

She didn't have much good news to share, so she dawdled by the borders for a little while, debating whether it was even worth sharing any of it. She knew her dad was staying at Yuelong with the hope that Niamh would return there, and she had found no trace of her mother in her travels, but what else really did she have to report? She didn't even have news about her twin. In hindsight, maybe she should have gone to visit Q. Surely her family knew about Phox already. Her dad wasn't the type to not send word.

She eventually lifted her muzzle and howled anyway. Towma wouldn't hear it, of course, but maybe Fennec was still around to pass on the message, or maybe Bronco or Meerkat was visiting. The thought of her sister no longer made her stomach churn with jealousy, although she felt a little flip-flop of uncertainty anyway.