Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

Phox had been the one to find her, after all. He could be glad, still, that she hadn't ended up where he'd been- but she'd still met her fate. He wanted to ask how, if there'd been some cause- but he remembered then that Niamh had had a broken leg when she'd left. A broken leg with wounds that had not yet healed, and he assumed then that she had succumbed to infection. 


And while he'd had little qualms with the quiet but intense Reyes before, he found his ire growing. He'd caused the wound, and because Niamh couldn't get him exiled or punished the way she'd wanted, she'd gone off and died. The blame could be passed around and shared among a number of wolves- Towhee and Phox included. There was no changing what had happened, but he found a little bit of resentment started to settle in. 


"I'm...I don't really know how to feel." He admitted. He'd noticed Fennec move closer, but she seemed willing to mind his boundaries. That meant a lot. "I'm glad Phox found the kids," He said, though it was hard to say he felt glad about anything, presently. What bothered him the most, secretly, was the amount of relief he felt, knowing that Niamh had been found- and maybe too, that she had been found dead. 


"C'n we, uhm. I think I need a bit of time to process all that. Can we just...Go somewhere, and just...Be together so I can..Y'know?" Cry, maybe. Yell, maybe. Sleep? Probably. He just wanted to go somewhere quiet, with Fennec, and absorb everything he'd just been told.