Redhawk Caldera gembright

Death wasn't something he could process very well. He struggled with the notion that he would never get to play with his father again, see him, speak with him, hear him...He was gone, and his body had been buried, never again to rise. He would not grow, nor would he see his children grow. Ponyboy would have preferred that his father had suffered forever, rather than leaving them like this, and it allowed a bit of resentment to grow. Life wasn't fair- his Dad had saved other wolves, and this was what he'd gotten in return. 

His emotions swirled in a mix of anger, guilt, grief and sadness. When his mother asked them if they wanted to leave, his impulse was to say that they should run away from the place and leave every bit of those bad memories behind. But he looked at the grave where his father lay, and somehow...Some part of him felt connected, as though part of his soul had been buried alongside his father, left there to root. 

If they left Brecheliant...They would be leaving Dad behind. 

He didn't want to leave Dad behind. 

Of all the emotions fighting, sadness won, as soon as he realized that above all else, he missed his father. Tears warmed his cheeks, and he avoided eye contact with Bronte as he wiped some moisture from beneath his nose. He felt paralysed, and had no idea what he wanted to do, or where he wanted to go. All he wanted was to have his Dad back again, and he couldn't believe, still, that that would never happen.