Redsand Canyon I’m dying to let you know

Simran follows, ever duty bound. After a moment’s thought, an idea strikes them, an idea they would smack themself for never considering before if they didn’t have self control to not. They whistle a long note, and receive an answering whistle in reply, as Burc’ya joins the conversation, swooping from above to rest on their shoulders.

I can teach you Burc’ya’s commands. They offer, tail bobbing as they jerk their head to indicate the kestrel.

I can’t believe I didn’t think about it before. He’s a scout, he can look for any sign. They say, voice low and pointed, but at themself. Because, duh, Simran, you have a bird for a reason.