Redhawk Caldera The world is having more fun

Bronte's stiffness faded slightly, though she seemed to harbour a good deal of resentment. He couldn't help but feel bad- after losing their father and after Boris' disappearance, it was unfair of him to have gone missing as well. He'd made a choice, and now he regretted it- even without knowing why it was that Anathema had needed them to run in the first place. 

Killdeer made an offer to find him food and he nodded weakly, searching for his brother's face, though his gaze landed on the fey female he'd not noticed before. He looked up at his mother as she spoke, but the name she uttered caught him by surprise. His gaze snapped back to the other yearling- and his pupils narrowed into small beads. 

He inhaled sharply, but was cut off from speaking. Jaw hanging, he held his breath, for fear he might utter something that might bury him deeper in the ground. From his mother's tone, he could tell that there was explaining to do, but he couldn't help but feel deeply burned to find out that Seal was here. 

She was told to go with Killdeer, and it was just as well. 

Mute, he dropped his heavy head, and would obediently follow his mother to the den, too tired and beleaguered to ask questions.