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

Killdeer choked on his words momentarily. Towhee knew the feeling. Her jaw clenched as she gazed at him, eyes shining. She’d sympathized with Heda’s side of the story at first, though she’d been robbed of getting Caracal’s at all. And that burned her up more and more every day.

At her grandson’s question, she turned and glanced at the small circle of gravestones behind her. Looking at Killdeer again, Towhee nodded, then motioned for him to join her as she moved back to the center of said circle.

I’ve placed a stone for each child I’ve lost, she explained thickly. This one’s his, she added, facing the stone with the shell propped on top, which she touched gently with a toe. I nabbed this while visiting the coast the other day.