Redhawk Caldera I know you

Phox cited even more members of their family. Her eyes were welling with tears of joy, though she was trying, quite hard in fact, to hold it all back. Her eyes were glassy and glad, more than a puppy in the face of their first sunrise. Toad carefully filed the names away for later use, knowing that she would need to meet these members soon. This was what it meant to be of blood. This was what it meant to be of family.

Then, Phox asked of his mother, of Fox. Toad blinked, her face cleared of joy for the moment. She had come here to learn more about her sister, in fact, and she knew that she could not tell Phox what he wanted. No, I didn't know her, she said slowly, squeezing her brow. She recalled what Kukutux had told her, and knew that now was the perfect time to bring forth the offering to her sister. Perhaps she would learn what her sister might have wanted of her. But Phox... But I did know our mother, your grandmother, Amelia. Toad grinned.

Her smile was wide. It was proud. Amelia was more than just a matriarch, a mother. She had been a teacher, a storyteller, a woman of faith and of passion. She had known true hardship. Toad had been there through it all. She was the support beam. Right there to the end.
Your mother, though, Fox. She is one I heard through fantastic stories. My older sister, Robin, she came back from the Wilds and told us these tales. Tales of your mother, and of Peregrine. You... Toad had to push a wrist past her eye for an itch, or more likely, a stray tear.
You and your siblings were the end of the story. You were a myth, and now you're right here! Toad beamed, smiling, happy, ecstatic.

It was as though a fairy tale had come true for her. She had waited for so long, and now, it was here.