Blackfoot Forest Rabenballade.

There was a lot to unpack from that statement—kids, as in she had more? Or was she referring to her brother’s kids, who she insisted were her own, as well as her children his—in some borderline inappropriate family affair? Uncle and Aunt had apparently not been a good enough title for the Redhawk pair—the entire scenario leaving a sort of ‘yuck’ factor with him.

The pack was gone. Her family gone. She openly stated he was probably vindictive enough get enjoyment from that notion—boy, was she right.

“What, Meerkat run off to find her real dad, then?”

Because really, who would be happy knowing their assumed father was actually their uncle?
Still, even he flinched at the snark that spiked his words, and he huffed, grimacing slightly and shrugging once more. “Sorry. Still working on thinking before I speak. If it helps, pretty much every lonely lone wolf is out here because family and pack fell apart.”

He would have paused, but he almost was expecting her to implode at his words so he hurried on to answer her question—

“Hung out with Wraen a lot, and Maia. Found some family at Moonspear and stayed there until it blew up…” He didn’t remember much after that, as if a chunk of his life had gone missing. But he wasn’t about to impart that to Towhee. Pippin never had been one to impart much about his life. “Same shit, different day.”