Redhawk Caldera her lips are stained red

her son does not come to greet her, nor her mother but killdeer does along with ghost. muzzle rises to greet the avian, allowing the affectionate nip the falcon gives to her ear before she shoo's him off to rejoin tzar. her presence here did not mean that she wished to relinquish ghost of his duty to watch over her son when she could not: she hoped they would form a bond like she and ghost had.

she would need to observe a bit more, but there was time for that later.

she's being led into the caldera, towards a den where she smells mothersmilk. sweet. it brings a soft pang of pain to her heart, wondering if she would ever have any more children ... or if tzar would be her lone legacy as he was tvar's.

surprise makes its home upon her expression as her mother's form comes into view, nursing the newborns. her newborn siblings, she assumes. -hi mom.- greets jr in ptero, lowering to her belly to observe the precious little ones as she slowly crawled nearer. not wishing to crowd but obedient to her mother's summon to come closer.

-they're beautiful.- jr signs in stilled movements, not wishing to disturb them.