Redhawk Caldera if i die young

Jaws had come to a complete standstill staring at the grave site, his paws as if frozen to the ground did not take another step. The gray jay, sensing the seriousness of what they had just found, landed on a nearby branch but in silence, with not a peep nor a chirp.

The coywolf's depressed trance was only broken when Peregrine came into the clearing, and he instinctively took a step back and bowed his ahead in reaction to his Alpha's stiff presence. He was briefly concerned that he had inadvertently tread on grounds he should have avoided, but when Peregrine spoke he knew instantaneously that the look he was given had come from a protective, grieving father, not a scolding leader.

Jaws listened solemnly, his gaze holding on to the little grave. "I'm sorry," he said softly when Peregrine had finished, casting the other male an somber, apologetic look. From his bold disposition it would be hard to guess Jaws as being particularly sensitive about death and suffering, but he was deeply so. "I can only imagine your hurt."