Redhawk Caldera things i once enjoyed just keep me employed now

Maegi. Well, that wasn't Niamh. It was only a vaguely familiar name, vague in the sense that perhaps it had been mentioned that Maegi had escorted Phox and the kids home when they'd come. He hadn't realized, though, that the wolves Niamh had sought to harbour with had had children of their own. It made sense, though- for the kids to have survived, they would have needed a nursing mother. 

"Oh, I, uh, guess you're probably right then," He said. "I haven't had the chance to meet them yet buh, uhm...I'm glad your folks were there to take care of them," He said. After all, if they hadn't, then his newest batch of half-siblings likely would have perished. 

It seemed she pined for her birthplace though, and he couldn't really blame her. It was a bit of a shame that the whole family had been uprooted simply because of his mother's foolish decision. Phox wanted to bring the kids home, but the kids had been raised by another family...Nothing was ever really fair, to anyone. And he wondered if perhaps this kid had any resentment toward those who had disrupted her life on the island that she loved. 

"I'm sure you do. It's really beautiful out near the sea," He said. He too pined for it, as one might fantastize about a favourite holiday trip after coming home to an ordinary life. "I could-" What, leave the safety of the pack's borders and risk the hunters finding him again for the sake of taking a kid on a trip back to see her old home? He cut himself off. That wasn't an option right now, though his instinct begged him to help the girl out and offer himself as an escort should she want to go visit. It was what he would have done, normally, but...That was before. 

"I'm sure you'll be able to visit again soon. Probably even before the snow comes," He tried to sound optimistic, but his tone might've fallen a bit. It was disappointing to life a life sheltered by fear.