Redhawk Caldera The crisis in the crossfire

Overwhelmed, schmoverwhelmed. Killdeer didn't know the emotion.

Hi! he declared loudly, trotting quick to catch up with his. . .father. It was still weird to think about, but he was getting used to it. He drew alongside a tawny hind leg, gazing up at Bronco, questioning. Whatcha lookin' for?

For the man was undeniably on the hunt; he knew the body language from his own mother. He didn't want to be a bother, but at the same time. . . There was lost time to make up. And when better than now?

His nostrils flared, nose flexing comically. Stinky, he declared, eyes narrowed.