Wheeling Gull Isle naval

Dead. The Redhawk said flatly, then, jutting his muzzle outward. Buried in the lavender that way. Though it was only his father buried there, Kai did not elaborate. To him, his mother was good as dead, if not even more so then his father in his eyes. 

She thought to not drive him off. Malakai would very much like to, yet could not. He was young, arrogant, yet not a fool. It seemed they were at an impasse.