Blacktail Deer Plateau Royal bones

Blue Willow had mourned her father, or more like she had reminisced on his life like he had asked her too. Her father did not believe really in mourning for the old. He used to tell her all the time, that if you made it to a ripe old age, then you deserved a huge she bang, with food and fun and other such things.

She trotted towards the burial site of both him and Pied, a sprig of flowers caught in her maw. All different sorts some meant integrity, some meant love, some meant remembrance and some were just pretty. Her father would laugh out loud, to see her carrying such colors. Gla' ta see chile dat you finally 'ave some colors. She chuckled to herself as she thought on that, he made it a joke that their pelts were so black, but so blue. It was strange and she missed him then with a yearning so sharp it hurt.

She arrived on the scene and came upon Peregrine. She dropped half the flowers at each grave and gently arranged them, before speaking. Hello Perry. how are your ribs? Then she lifted green gaze to him, with keen curiosity and interest.