Redhawk Caldera Overture: JCS

Set January 20th, this thread is private.

In the days following the return of her perfect little son's body, Niamh had been a wreck. When his body was buried she wailed and refused to leave his grave for the rest of the day, and the night that followed. By the time the sun had risen the next morning, she had curled up on the loose mound of earth, and had been covered in several inches of snow that had fallen overnight. She was grateful for the thick winter coat that kept her heat from escaping as she slept out in the elements- but she was so numb to the sting of the cold, she wouldn't have noticed it anyway. Her heart had been broken when the stranger had brought her son's body to the borders, and she felt gagged and gutted by the grief. 

But eventually she would be pulled from the gravesite, and would shake free the snow that had fallen upon her, but she would go straight to the den she and Phox now inhabited, and would steal herself away into the darkness to grieve her deceased son. She would eat only what she could choke down between sobs, but made herself friendly with hunger and solitude. It felt as though the pain of malnutrition helped distract her from the gaping wound Primrose's death had left. In her grief, she had taken a few days to be solitary, leaving Towhee and Phox- perhaps unfairly- to tend to pack businesses. 

But when she heard @Phox return to their den, she spoke his name with a quiet puff of breath, and reached out to clutch and cling to his warmth, a strangled sob wriggling its way into her throat as she begged him to hold her and comfort her.