Silvertip Mountain yeah, my brother went first

No, he had not known Chaska like many others present, but a death was a tough loss that had clearly struck the heart of Grayday. Kieran had seen death, he recalled it clearly - his mother's limp body, coated in bitter snow like a frozen grave to mark her absence from that life. She had left him when he was very young, and perhaps the worst part of it all was none of the Streiter's knew what had happened to her. She was just... dead when they found her. A deep frown had curled the youth's lips downward, feeling the heavy air upon his shoulders like a weight. Death was something none could escape from, but that knowledge did very little to ease the sorrow.

Kieran remained silent, respect for the lost man glowing in his foresty eyes - he may not have known Chaska, but if Grayday had cared for him so, then he was someone the young hunter would also respect.