Redhawk Caldera gembright

bronte spoke. ponyboy did not. teya exhaled and reached an arm to boris. how could she have expected her children to decide this? how could she expect to decide this? bronco was dead and every atom of her body screamed to get away, to run. but that was her response, not theirs.
where would they go? why would she take them from their birthplace — to run? to escape what? her own terror of being left yet again?
reyes' death. sorana's departure. the coolness of bronco's body. teya had replayed them so often she could no longer sleep.
"we will stay," she decided finally, clearing her throat. "but — but if later, you decide you want to leave, tell me. we find a new place, all of us."