Redhawk Caldera her lips are stained red

-indeed,- jr signs with a small smile ghosting upon her lips. it does not touch her eyes, but it would be some time before she was able to smile with that much joy. it had been months, many moons but the grief is does not ebb. does not ease. jr suspects it may never.

-i will leave you to your rest, mom,- jr signs, leaning forward to press her muzzle to her mother's cheek; a token of her affection. -i should go find tzar and let him know i have arrived.- though whether her son would be excited or horrified to see her, jr had yet to determine. perhaps, she considers, a bit of both.