Redhawk Caldera Into jungles, into hell

Still he didn't understand.  In Gannet's mind, it was so simple.  He wasn't one for description or feeling the need for more words than necessary - storytelling was not in his future.

But he was nothing if not patient, so he benignly repeated once again how they'd gotten rid of the stranger.  "We chased him."  The other questions were too much at once, so he ignored them.

A name he could do, however.  He cocked his head and smiled.  "Gannet."  A bird, just like her! Without pause, and completely on a whim, he asked the question he'd before wondered at.  "Why'd you come back?"  There was genuine curiosity to it - usually family didnt come back, from his experience.  Why (and how?) had she?