Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

Whoever she was, she didn't seem particularly thrilled by his presence, much less his concern. Conditioned by his twin sisters to expect such things from girls his own age, he didn't bat an eyelash at her moody reply. An errant thought cross his mind: was she more dramatic like Tierra or high and mighty like Sphyra?

Whatever she was like, he could handle it. "Okay," he replied, taking half a step backward so he wasn't hovering so much but making no move to actually leave. Maybe she didn't need his help, though they were still pack mates, so he figured introductions were fair play. "I'm Caracal, your... cousin?" He was like 86% sure of that.

Speaking of which, movement in the distance caught his eye. There was another swarthy figure along the shore, larger than his current companion. Maybe this was the infamous Phox? Towhee had told her kids all about her brother, their uncle, and his kids. Caracal wondered if Phox's presence here might help with his mom's recovery.

"Hey, isn't that your—?" Caracal started to ask, eyes drifting back to the young lady at his feet, then back up to the man as he moved away. He tried to grab his attention by shouting, "Hey!" If it was Phox, that made him her dad, right? Caracal vaguely recalled Towhee trying to explain the weird details of this situation, though he couldn't presently recall. Oops.