Redhawk Caldera a knot in the wood; the song of a thrush

A small smile as she scrambled up to him. It was always so nice up here. A little discombobulsting when one looked down, but good none the less.

Amalia nodded. Mmm. They were when Alaric and I left and our pack disbanded. They were on their way West with our sister.

She smiled. She didn't mind personal questions and if it helped even better. She liked to know the deep things, hated small talk was not very good at it.

I don't mind personal questions and if I do. I just won't answer.

She hadn't lost many in her life, but she knew of grief and how it could constrict you sometimes. How it made your heart heavy and broken.