Redhawk Caldera i loved you first

The boy fought with his emotions as he stared at the mound of earth that covered his father. Sadness brought tears to his eyes, but he felt ashamed to cry in front of so many others who held their tears back. He looked from one to the next, wishing they would simply dismiss themselves so that the family who truly grieved could have their time alone with the grave. 

When his eyes settled on his buckskin cousin, it soured. Her vacant expression told him enough. Something akin to blame crept into his mind, and festered there. 

He chose to remain with his littermates, with his mother, the ones who seemed to understand the most. He simmered, boiled, and wept.