Redsand Canyon we built these dreams on sand

Glaukos blinked at the question. He might have been doing mental math or reeling from the spontaneity of the question, maybe passing gas as quietly as he could, there really was no way to tell.

His cleaning regimen was properly interrupted so he stopped trying to tidy himself up, and after a short shake of his unruly nape fur, watched Towhee with a squint.

Around... Two winters. Why. And if he had any understanding of biological processes, barely old enough to be a father himself, not that he entertained that thought.

What did she need that information for?