Redhawk Caldera So, I will follow you to Virgie

the thrill of the hunt, no matter how small and no matter how swift, does not die out in the youth. he tosses the rat down to the snowy earth with a triumphant, large smile. tail wagging, excitedly. notched ears pulling upwards, attentive and hopeful when he turns to look at the other wolf. he is praised, for once by someone who is not his own father.

but the look on the man's face bleeds away, replaced with something like shock. and falcon's ears pin backwards, anxiety rising like a tidal wave in his chest. he doesn't hear the name he utters, too lost in fear of what had transpired in a matter of seconds.

what had falcon done wrong?...—

who is his mother? falcon hesitates, brows furrowing down above his gaze that teeters around. why did it matter? but he wasn't in the habit of ignoring his elders, stranger or not, and he swallows.

h-her name was towhee... he trails off, tail slinking back down from its aloft position to assert quietly between his legs. crestfallen, with deep breaths as adrenaline still pumped through him. she died when i was little... and my siblings too. my father— he stops.

the look on the other's face disturbs him. why? did you... know her? was this man some long lost relative? an uncle, a cousin?