Redhawk Caldera yellowtooth

Sorry for the wait on this one, do you mind if we bring it closer to present day?

Sorana approached the cusp of her fifth month earth-side. Her father was gone. Her mother's attention was pulled in many directions — the direction he had gone, the direction of the younger pup, Shenanigans, and the direction of Brecheliant as a whole.

Sora was experiencing a wealth of feelings too large for her to handle, of late. She was disconsolate where her father was concerned, because she was old enough now to know he wouldn't leave her intentionally, leading her to believe something must have happened to him. She was nervous and listless whenever her mother wasn't around, but then she was guilty for feeling that way. She was somewhat jealous of Shenanigans whenever Teya gave the girl the attention that Sora craved, and she felt even worse about that, because Shenanigans had no parents of her own. Sora wished she could be like her friends, with two parents who loved each other and them so much, they would never leave on a trip they might not return from.

The only negative emotion she didn't feel in abundance over it all was anger. On rare occasion, there would be a spark of it — that her parents had fought so much, her memories of Reyes were interlaced with conflict; that Teya could not give her the time she desperately needed; that her father had left at all — but more often it was self-loathing, the underlying belief that Sora simply was not good enough to deserve any of these things.

Today she was sad. Teya would find her draped over a fallen log, staring into space with her lips turned down.