Sun Mote Copse it's the wind blowing free; it's the end of a slope

It was funny how much what he said echoed her own feelings. I miss it too, she admitted, thinking back to the canyon and the life they’d had there. For a while it really had felt happy; she’d almost helped to build something. Really, truly marked a place and embraced it as her own. She wished it could have lasted.

Did she know that Killdeer had kids? The news had her ears twitch with surprise, though perhaps he had shared it during their last visit. It was still a surprise to think about, something she hadn’t even considered.

I would go where my kids go, whenever I could. At least until they are old enough to make that decision themselves. They’ll grow quickly, and it’s time we can’t get back. If you want to be a dad, don’t miss it. She reached out and touched Killdeer lightly, feeling suddenly older for the conversation. She had a lot of regrets but he would never be one of them. She’d been there when it mattered, at least as much as she could.

If you want a purpose, you can’t ask for a better one. He could have that, something she wanted so fiercely sometimes she felt sick with it. It wouldn’t entirely fill that place, but she would definitely need to stop by and meet her grandchildren if he took her advice. Otherwise she might continue having a hard time believing they existed at all. It was so hard to picture herself in that place, one her own mother occupied so effortlessly.