Redhawk Caldera Acting like we'd live forever

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one thing that had quickly become abundantly clear to towhee jr was that her mother quite literally had a village to help her take care of her newborns; and for this towhee the younger was grateful. she helped out where she could, trying to ignore the pang in her heart each time she looked at her newest batch of siblings; warring with the grief of what she's lost and the joy that her family was expanding.

though she is grateful that ghost seems comfortable with her son and the two have formed a familiar bond of companionship that she held with the falcon, she feels both of their absences keenly as the feathered avian joined her son on his adventures. jr's eyes and reminders where she could not be.

trying not to stifle her only living child by being the overbearing, overprotective parent was a struggle. ghost, whether the falcon knew it or not, helped to facilitate peace between mother and son.

steps paused as she neared the river, fierce golden gaze taking note of the man she'd seen around. the war widow's takes a moment to sate her own thirst, letting out a small raspy, clipped chuff to announce her presence. a sound she cannot hear but hopes it is enough to garner his attention, however brief.