Xeris' sadness was palpable. However, it was a hard issue to side step. As a member of the leadership within Phoenix Valley, she had to make certain that the members of Phoenix Valley were well and functioning. Furthermore, she considered the white wolfess a friend, and so her desire to learn more and to help her extended beyond her sense of duty. The road Xeris had traveled had been fraught with heartache. Geneva only hoped that she could take proactive measures in Phoenix Valley to mend her shattered heart and her broken sense of family.
Geneva smiled wryly when Xeris mentioned her son. Once, he had seemed like a miniature version of herself. But since his youth and their isolation at the light house, he had diversified his world view and his interests. He still had a lot to do in terms of development, but the core of his character made his mother proud. "He has almost reached maturity. He has grown a lot as well." Indeed, her son was at least as large as the gray female. She was a small boned, delicate wolfess to begin with. She had been the runt of her litter, her growth seemingly stunted, but she did not retain the gangliness of youth. "Gangly. He is quite gangly."
The long grasses around them, usually soft during the spring, summer, and fall, were brown and rustled in the wind. Still, Geneva felt a sense of peace here in these fields, where Jefferson had first told her that he loved her. The fireflies' luminescence was beginning to be visible. "Did you have fireflies, in your old home?" Geneva asked, genuinely curious. There had to be good memories she could recall of her old home, a phantasm to replace the hell that she knew it to be now.