Redsand Canyon fenestra

maxim's work had consisted of...towhee, mainly. her heat had thrown a hitch into plans but he had welcomed it with constant companionship. their partnership sealed with her season's coming and going.

but they were both soldiers and calls were made for them.

it would be hard to hide the soft frown that etched onto his features. admittedly this frown was only for the discussion of moving into a war. he cared little for the woman who was spoken of, she may have been a peer at one point to the soldiers around him, but she had not been a peer to him.

exile, he exhaled without a second guess. there was no time for that, kallik raised a good point. why keep her if they already planned to be rid of her kin?

besides, more pressing things lingered in his mind.

do we plan to send every body we have? who is to say they do not expect us too, if they got one of our own?