Redsand Canyon erased

Sure! he replied, happy to be of service. Maybe this man could be a friend to him, at least somewhat filling the Caracal-shaped void. God, he missed his buddy. . .

Had it been a mistake to stay? Should he have gone back?

Fuuuuuck. Indecision, incoming.

How long have you been here? Killdeer asked, trying to shove this latest existential crisis to the far back of his brain. He focused on the question and the path ahead, noting the various features that dotted the pack's borders.