Redhawk Caldera Music Walnut

He had not lived here long, it seemed. She realized she didn't know his name, but now it felt too late in the conversation to ask it of him. Maybe on her way out. The question of where she had been was asked, and she shifted uneasily on her feet. "I went south with—with a friend of mine." Summer had been, of course, more than a friend, but she wasn't even sure they were friends now. Things had not worked out between them. She had been unable to produce his legacy.

"Now, I plan to start a pack of my own. I suppose I had come here to tell Peregrine." So that he would be proud of her? So that she could let him know she had finally "made it?" She vaguely recalled telling him of her foray into hunting, but that wasn't even her area of expertise anymore. It had taken a back burner to exploring, scouting, and now recruiting for Bhediyon.

"Are you happy here?" she asked, wondering if the death of Peregrine and Fox had caused any rifts in Redhawk Caldera.