Hideaway Strath Stay a thousand years.

As she launched in to an explanation of her own Dingo was left wondering why Redhawk sounded so damn familiar. The caldera too. He held back the look of surprise but his brow-dots nearly met as he frowned and pondered, walked in silence and tried to drum up some recollection -- and he didn't reach understanding until the tail-end of her explanation. Shedding the Redhawk name.

That sounds like a lot of work, he responds, not revealing anything about his previous history because Dingo wasn't certain, plus, what did it matter? She'd dropped the name and left the family behind as far as he could see, and Dingo had forgotten all about the spitfire that had driven him away from the Caldera so many years ago.

It sounds like you've had lots of time to learn and adapt to a leadership role though, considering she'd migrated her entire family from one place to another and fought in a war of some kind. It was impressive. So there's that. You've got more experience with all this family stuff than me, and I'm like -- probably twice your age, snrk. He snickered and then fell quiet, turning away from her to observe the forest because he thought he heard something - but if it was one of the kids, they were quiet soon after, so he relaxed.