Redhawk Caldera when there's nothing left to burn,

Seeing things was one thing—part of her wondered if she had one paw through the veil and was actually bumping into Killdeer’s fresh specter on the other side—but it slowly dawned on Towhee that she could smell him. And feel him. He had felt quite solid, even more so when he threw his forelegs around her and held her tightly. She could feel his warmth pressed against her, his breath tickling her ears, his heartbeat fluttering against her own chest.

That single sensation gave her life—almost literally. As it became clearer and clearer that Killdeer was here, living and breathing, Towhee felt the shadows of death draw back. It was as though every beat of his heart against her own infused it with the essence of life. Not only did it stop the clock on her countdown, it effectively began to reverse it. Her heartbeats might still be numbered… but it wouldn’t stop today, nor tomorrow, not now that her grandson was back in her arms.

A shaking Towhee clung back to Killdeer, breathing in her wayward grandson and his life force like some sort of energy vampire. She didn’t think he’d mind saving her life, not that she planned on telling him how close she’d come to death’s door. No, she would be too busy reveling in his safe return, savoring every single moment given back to them, to bother with absurdities like death.