The firey girl is overjoyed as her sister reciprocates her excited reaction, embracing her back and then dancing around. It was such a new emotion for Fawkes, to be so happy after living a life of anger and hatred that had festered so long within her. In these moments, she is free from those emotions that have held her down like chains, trying to drown her. She was a puppy for the first time since she had been old enough to understand what sort of a life she had been born into, and it was good to see that her sister had found a life for herself where she could also just be a puppy.

Fawkes remembers that her sister is deaf in full by the way the she stops her dancing and instead focuses her yellow eyes upon her lips, searching for the words she cannot hear. It is a painful reminder, a flash of a memory that the phoenix girl does not want to remember, of her mother treating Peregrine as nothing because of her disability, despite how the young girl had overcome it to be more than just a deaf wolf. It is why Fawkes is not mad that her sister never returned for them, why would she want to? Even the mahogany girl has only one reason to return, and that is to save her poor brother rampage, left to be tormented alone by their mother.

"Not the whole time. It's a recent move, following Roman, who found me and took me in." Emerald eyes watch as her sister explains that the mountains had only recently become her home, of this male who had taken her in and brought her here. "Who is this Roman?" she asks, head tilting in a genuine curiosity. It was clear by the look in Peregrine's yellow eyes that this male meant a lot to her, had taken the place of a parental figure she never had, but he was no family and Fawkes could only hope he would not try to keep her away from her, forget he was not blood.

She cannot stop the anger that so easily ignites within her when she thinks about her mother. The way her hackles bristled made her truly look like she was on fire. "She's not worth your anger" Peregrine so easily says but for Fawkes it was so very hard. Anger was the only thing Striker had ever given her daughter, a firey will to survive and thrive without her help. She had been stuck with her for so long, it was hard to not be angry anymore. "It's not so simple," she says simply, trying desperately to cool herself down before she started to yell. "I can't stop myself from getting so very angry....at her, at the adults who did nothing to help, at the world, and at myself.... she says, eyes cast to the ground at her clenched paws, though she keeps her maw up so her sister can see the way her lips move. "Anger is the only thing I know."

She nods quietly at her sister's thank you, but really it was what anyone with a shred of decency should have done. Looking for her was not finding her, and leaving was leaving Rampage behind. It was these thoughts that made her so angry with herself, made her what she was today. "I'm sure talking to Roman, you would also be welcome within the pack. And I would like that." she says, the lick upon Fawkes's nose drawing her attention up in surprise. The firey girl takes a hesitant step back, her face so uncertain. "This is where you fit in, but I don't think I fit in anywhere. Forgive me if I don't trust adults," her eyes are cast elsewhere, trying to keep the heated look in them and in her words from being directed at her sister because they certainly were not. For Fawkes, she would rather starve to death than be scorned again by another adult.