Redhawk Caldera my whole life is thunder.

Liffey had been about to repeat his name when suddenly her brother awoke with a start. The young wolf yipped as backpedaled in surprise. She'd gone two steps when she stumbled and fell hard onto her haunches. She shook the bewilderment off and blinked at Eljay, confused and then concerned when he dropped his head down and began to cry into his arms.

The little river bit her lip and stood, creeping forward to touch her nose against his rippling scruff. It was not the first time she'd seen her brother cry, but like the depression that hung upon him, it seemed to be such a natural part of his character that she wasn't particularly perturbed by it. But, like anyone with a heart, the sight still made her sad. Liffey loved her brother. She didn't want him to cry.

"Did you have a bad dream?" the girl asked, nosing her way up his shoulder and neck to lick the tears from his cheek. It was the most logical explanation she could think of. Though she didn't fully grasp the true finality of the losses she and her family had shared, she did know perfectly well that Eljay had every reason to be plagued with nightmares.