Redhawk Caldera You're nothing but a pack of smokes and a bag of tricks.

final for me <3

it was over swiftly and not at all, harshly and gently, horribly and still in the best way he could have gone, beneath the life-saving attempts of his pack. 
teya held her sobbing sorana as tightly as she dared, as much for the girl's sake as her own. she dared not look; and then bridget, murmuring gently that the man had indeed died.
if there was tears or anger, teya meant to be there, meant to remain with sorana so long as she needed.
bronco must understand, and she trusted that he would.
"sorana. breathe," and she said it for herself also, eyes brimming but tone resounding with a gentle confidence to answer her daughter's call — at last.
if the girl saw fit, teya would keep her involved in the arrangements for a burial plot; if not, she would meet maia and eljay and bridget later, a sober council of those who had known reyes.