all things to dust return but you keep on

They started back down the track from his den, heading towards the inner part of the Cole. As they walked, Hazel told him about her training, and taking on lessons with one of his kids. “Good initiative” He approved. The little ones needed training from anywhere they could get it.

She mentioned General, and he paused, and looked at her. He had gotten her an early birthday present recently in the form of a Hawk to aid her in battle. But the Season had changed, and she had reached that day now, hadn’t she? He was glad he had gotten her the present, for he had forgotten to celebrate. Too swamped with grief. “Happy birthday, Hazel. Two years old” He said thoughtfully. “If you want the rank for General, what are you going to do to claim it?” He asked her.

"Sirius Fatalis"