Redhawk Caldera i loved you first

A funeral. For their father. For their leader, Bronco. Bronte sat with the others, shoulders sagging. She understood now, a little more, what death was, staring at the mound of dirt under the tree.

It was where Bronco now slept, never to rise again. She felt numb and wrought with so many emotions all at once. Clashing violently against one another. Desperate, pleading eyes looked to her mother. But she was powerless. Fighting her own battle to keep herself together. There was nothing any of them could do.

Muted, she could form no words in her mouth. Only try and fight back choking little sobs as the tears flowed fiercer, harder. She had saved the nest she had discovered earlier, set between her two small paws. The eggs gone, offered to her brothers as tokens. The final piece, would be for their dad, returned to it's place in this tree, at the end of the service.