Redhawk Caldera departures

She heard him long before she spotted him, and Fox stopped mid-lick to greet him with a bump to his muzzle from her own. Whip had been quiet and avoidant since Peregrine’s death, though she certainly could not blame him. His father had died, and nothing was going to make that better any time soon. The pack, the family, they needed time to heal. ”Hey, Whip,” she finally managed, but she wasn’t sure what else to say. Asking him how he was doing seemed like a moot point, and she wasn’t really sure how to start the conversation beyond that.

Fox was about to ask what he thought of having new siblings in the coming months, but Kaizer arrived, and she didn’t want to make things any more complicated than they needed to be. He had brought them a fat raccoon, and Fox pushed herself up to take it from him and put it in front of Whip. She wasn’t sure if he was hungry, but she wanted to offer it to him, first.