Redhawk Caldera give my regards to the reaper

Wildfire nuzzled her mother's throat when Fox tugged her into an embrace. "Sorry, mom," she quietly breathed into her dam's fur. She let herself be held for a moment, then pulled back a little to say, "Rave and I just planted some flowers. Do you care if I go back and pick one to put on her grave?" She pressed her nose to Fox's, then stood and glanced at her father, who was now sending up a howl for the rest of the pack to come pay their last respects.

Quickly, the youth galloped up the mountain, back toward the rendezvous site. She ran into Raven and stopped long enough to say, "Aunt Dove died. I'm gonna go grab a wildflower from our new garden to put where they bury here. Wait here." The Naturalist then zoomed away toward their fresh new plot, which she stood over for a few minutes before deciding on which flower to pick: a "snowflower" to commemorate the color of Dove's coat.

Wildfire loped back downhill, collecting Raven en route. The mismatched pair of sisters arrived at the scene of their aunt's death. Their parents were the only ones there still. Knowing that their pack mates would likely arrive soon to help with the burial, Wildfire took a seat beside Fox (Raven settled on her other side), clutching the stem of the white blossom in her mouth as she waited in respectful silence.