Redtail Rise Great Hearts are unheard of

I think this is my final post in my final thread with Junior... :')
Grief-stricken: that's exactly what she was right now. Gunnar humored her with tidings of Thistle and her pups, though Junior had trouble concentrating. She was happy that her foster mother had the pups to keep her busy, though the yearling herself cared very little for young of her kind. She wanted to visit Thistle, though she honestly couldn't care less about meeting the little ones. Of course, she would never say that aloud to anyone.

Anyway, Junior still couldn't control her crying. "I'm sorry," she repeated, her mismatched eyes blurred with tears. Snot was draining out of her nose. She felt a little ridiculous but she couldn't help it. "I need a few minutes," Junior said to her foster brother, rising in preparation to sweep off and cry herself out, gather her wits, then come back to find him. "I'll come find you in a bit." She gave him a quick nudge to the cheek, then swiveled and fled to finish airing her grief in solitude.