Redhawk Caldera it is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
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He didn't expect her. His. . .sister. Yes. They shared blood through Bronco, and Killdeer looked up through bleary, bloodshot eyes, glancing over the cream-pelted girl.

How do we heal from this now?

Killer sighed, shaking his head, pressing his forehead back against his paws.

I. . .don't know, he mumbled. I've lost my best friend and my dad, now, in not a long time. And I don't know how to handle it.

His gaze drifted up to her face, apologetic. I'm sorry I don't have any more answers.
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RE: it is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun - by Killdeer - December 01, 2023, 10:33 PM