Redhawk Caldera call to adventure

it's ok, little songbird, shushes kivaluk, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. dry those tears. he encourages, in a low, soothing tones; easing the tension from his shoulders lest it feed into her emotions if she sensed it. it was almost strange, looking at her and seeing a mirror of his mother; sometimes almost gut wrenching.

the den's just back that way, he gestures in it's direction with a large paw. did you want to go back home or did you want to see if we could find your missing butterfly? whichever she chose, kivaluk would gladly adhere to.