i scream for you

Death was a hard thing to imagine, a harder thing to accept. It was resolute. Those that ventured forth with the Grim Repear did not return. It was harder to accept that both March Owl and Aether were both gone. The powerful Patriarch and Monarch of the Redleafe-DiSarinno clan. The knowledge worried at his heart painfully, each breath labored as if he were resisting the urge to cry (probably because he was). Tears would not bring their mother back - and really would she want her children crying for her? Crete's muzzle inclined towards Osprey when he felt her lean against him. He drew his tongue across her nose once, taking comfort from her as she did from him.

The subject changed and Crete shuffled his mourning to a corner of his mind, ready to focus upon Osprey. In truth, he wasn't the best sibling to ask if she was looking for better than an mediocre opinion. It is...alright, She did not need to bear his burdens and so Crete left it at that simply.