Redhawk Caldera i've hoarded your name in my mouth for months

Artaax is first to appear and she softens when she sees him. They have aged so much in a matter of days that she isn’t sure he can be considered a puppy anymore. He is still young and the fringes of his features remain as they are but the exhaustion in his eyes mimics her own and she slowly blinks as he touches her chin, letting it drop so she can swipe her tongue across his cheek. It was always much simpler when they were young. Still, her chest aches with the news she must share and when Blixen steps up and speaks in their native tongue, she tries to pull back the expression of Heda.

It fades after a second because she realizes it is not Heda they need, but Nomi.

”This is not easy,” she says, remaining in the common tongue of the teekon wolves if only out of respect to those in the caldera, even if they are not present. ”We will be leaving in the morning but Wildfire is going to stay here for a little while. Hux will stay behind for anything she needs and when she is able, they will escort her home,” she begins to explain and opens her mouth to say something else but she quickly snaps her teeth together instead to see how they handle the information.