Situated in Occasus Promontorium.
"Oh, erm." Ah, so fast to question. His boy had always been bright and inquisitive, so Amos shouldn't have been surprised. The problem was, those weren't questions Amos could just answer. It wouldn't be kind of the old wolf to so blatantly answer them. No, there needed to be a better setting, better then on the edge of a territory, with painted skulls abundant.
"'ow 'bout you ahnd me go and git us a drink, first? 'Fore we get inta all the gritty dehtails." That seemed like a pretty good way to spill the news. Relaxed, one on one, inside. No world peering in to see the father as he shared bad news with his already injured son. Biting his lip, Amos hoped that Cassius wouldn't be hurt too much by learning that his mother had passed.
It had been quite a while for Amos, since Less died. Oh, what a lovely woman she'd been. Beautiful, sweet, and strong. It was still hard to think of how easily that disease took her, with only a few days of symptoms preceding that stroke she suffered. It had been hard on Amos then, and it would probably be hard on Cassius now.
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