Redhawk Caldera her lips are stained red

something lodges in jr's throat, a grief that she still had yet to fully process ... might never be able to let go of ... as her mother offers her condolences. jr's ears slick back to rest flat atop her skull. if not for tzar, strong and fierce, she might've thought herself a total failure: as a wife, as a mother. but her son was proof that, that wasn't totally true. she couldn't fight mother nature, try as she might.

-thank you,- she finally manages to motion in ptero. -peregrine...,- soft smile tugs at the edges of her lips. -that was almost tzar's name. i made it his middle name instead.- she offers with a soft churring noise that is something resembling choked laughter.

-we will stay,- though it was unlikely she needed to speak for tzar, also half suspecting now that she was in the caldera he would sneak off in an attempt to find bearclaw valley. -i will help in any capacity you and the caldera needs me to.- having purpose was always what jr had needed; and she needed it now more than ever.