Golden Glade Control alternate delete

Phox squinted suspiciously at the stranger, not quite believing him until he said the name "Liffey." In an instant, Phox relaxed. That was a name he recognized—one of Finley's daughters. Questions swirled far in the back of his mind: Why was Rannoch an Alpha? Why was Liffey? Why had Phox never been asked to be a leader on the plateau? It gave him even more fuel to justify his move away from the plateau. He had never been good enough for them, apparently. Maybe Rannoch and Liffey were. It was what it was, and Phox tried to be happy for them.

Phox Redhawk, he replied, Raven's brother. If he'd known Rannoch better, he might have chatted about this and that and the other, but he found that he didn't really care to hear about it. Is she nearby? I'd like to speak with her. He'd settle for Quixote, but he damn sure wouldn't settle for this rando he'd just met.