Sun Mote Copse a stick, a stone; it's the end of the road

They had a family graveyard? News to him. He supposed it made sense. Well, nothing really made sense right now. Meerkat's words went in one ear and out the other, really. It was only when he saw Towhee when he came to himself again.

Gra— he began, and then lost the ability to speak. Ptero was completely out of the question.

Luckily, he didn't need to. His grandmother took him into her embrace, and like a balloon suddenly punctured, Killdeer, too, burst. He sobbed into Towhee's pelt, cherishing her scent, the bulwark of her strength as he fell apart. His shoulders shook violently, and for a moment, he mourned, his crying quiet but helpless and unhinged.

When their hug finally ended, Killer stepped back, sniffling back the snot that had began to cascade down his muzzle. Rubbing said muzzle with a forepaw, careless, he croaked and signed: -How are you?-