Lion Head Mesa I said, 'He wasn't in a cave,' but there was no stoppin'

backdated ehhhh maybe to May 21? welcome to either or both tagged!

He'd been assigned to watch over @Qiao and her male counterpart, who he thought was named @Akhtar but he'd gotten it mixed up with the other exotic-sounding monikers here. Killdeer sat stoically when they were at rest, and dutifully followed them to wherever they needed to be. It was his orders.

In the quiet of this evening, he was thinking a lot about his parents. Would they ever reconcile, or was he forced to accept that they would be forever at odds?

It wasn't fair. He was angry with both of them for different reasons. Bronco had left when he was a baby, and then he'd left Fennec again. And Fennec, well, she had some beef with Towhee that was apparently raw enough that she'd rather run away than stay with her only son.

Fucked up on so many levels.

Mereo had been a blessing. He'd been able to throw himself into his responsibilities with fervency, to train as a fierce warrior and guardian of the wilds. Germanicus would mold him into a wolf more constant than either of his parents—and if he ever had children of his own, he vowed never to leave them.

Killdeer sighed, the sound carrying on the breeze that danced around the curves and bends of the mesa.