Redhawk Caldera life

Bronco knew the weight of guilt, and carried it with him regularly. Learning when to remove a layer of it was something he too was trying to work on, though somedays it seemed a bit harder to let go. Talking to Eljay made him feel like he was home, even though he didn't have an exact definition for what that meant. It wasn't that he reminded Bronco of a place, or a particular point in his life- he simply showed Bronco that a peaceful life could exist. One where giving care was a default, where kind words shared freely, and where a compassionate, empathetic ear would always listen. 

So for someone like this to have experienced losing the wolf they loved, it made Bronco's heart twinge with pain for the man. He could remember Eljay being sad. He vaguely recalled going to try and cheer him up, once- but he wouldn't have understood at that point the true profoundness of grief yet, or known how to console him. He felt his cheeks grow warm, as if threatening to supply his eyes with tears. "That...Yeah, that sounds like...It'd be hard to forgive." he said. "It's not like anyone can choose when it happens, but sometimes, you can kind of reckon with it...If someone's lived a long, full life, gets to play with their grandbabies, see their children become leaders, live their own lives..It's a bit easier to forgive death for taking them if life gives you enough time to know them, love them, and....Hold onto them...I mean, it's never really long enough, when you really love someone...But losing someone too early just...It feels wrong, and there's really nowhere to direct that injustice, and no way of fixing it, you know?" He felt Eljay would understand. For Bronco, Colt had died far too young. Primrose....Primrose was a loss so cruel and untimely that he still believed that that was had made his mother go mad. He'd become quite sombre. He gazed at the ground and thoughtfully crossed his forepaws. "It's not fair, sometimes."