Redhawk Caldera window rattles

I'm going to pretend this isn't long after Blue Willow dropped by with the bad news.

Fox was a sight for sore eyes and when she sidled up to him, Peregrine stretched out his muzzle, his nose gliding down the curve of her neck. "Hey, love," he breathed against her rusty red fur. For a moment, he said nothing else. Instead, he buried his face against her, breathing in her familiar smell and hoping to keep the tears at bay.

When he withdrew at length, he caught her eye and said, "My brother's gone missing. No one's sure what happened but... I have theories." He sighed, his eyes falling mournfully to his paws. He'd considered the possibility that their relocation had triggered Atticus's departure, yet ever since he had parted ways with Blue Willow, Peregrine had become convinced that his brother had succumbed finally to his brain injuries and instinctively sought solitude at the time of his death.