Redhawk Caldera When I am king, you will be first against the wall

Towhee. Another goddamn bird. Creative folk his parents were. Whip nodded and supposed it was good to be back among family again. He would be safe here; fed, and he could make it through the winter in peace and semi-seclusion. Perhaps he should have done this earlier -- or rather, never left in the first place. So much could be undone. So much avoided.

He squinted, confused. "Yeah," he said, "Elwood." How could she not hear him? She was right here. "How'd you not hear that?"