Redhawk Caldera it is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun

A part of Bronco lived on, in each and every one of his children. Bronte may not understand the true depth of the concept yet, but she sure as heck would try to keep his flame burning bright. She hoped her brothers would let Killdeer get close, to pass on the torch.

"Of course I would!" She exclaimed, visibly brightening for the first time in a long time. She even sat upright, taking a moment to look at the sky around them. The light was starting to fade. Soon, the stars would come out. "I can take you there anytime you want. Will...will you be staying with us, here?" Hope crept into her voice. One life had slipped through her paws. Now another had entered.

She would not let go.