Redhawk Caldera It's not just where you make your bed

Slipping this in here, because why not?

When sunrise came, Phox felt no more rested than when he had gone to sleep. He was groggy, confused as to why he was not in the den, before the events of the previous day hit him. It felt like whiplash all over again, and there was a sour taste in his mouth when he thought of Niamh. She'd taken their children away from him.

He sought out Towhee at her den, his heart heavy and his pace slow. He was hungry and thirsty, but those needs would have to wait. With Niamh gone, and Alyx, too, it was unlikely that they could support their small family without the help of others. Once he was done delivering the news, he would begin the arduous process of recruiting.

It was then that he heard another set of footsteps approaching, and he turned to find Fennec making her way toward them.

-Fennec,- he said, his voice heavy, surely carrying the hurt he felt. He was glad to have her here, so he wouldn't need to deliver the news twice.

-Niamh left. I don't know where she went. I'm so fucking angry with her, Towhee. She was mad at you for not apologizing or some super petty shit, and she left,- he said, his voice trembling. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to avoid a migraine.