Redsand Canyon Spare me your Degradation

He nodded in agreement. It would get boring after a while, he mused. Killdeer turned his mental compass to the southwest, and tried to picture the scene Reyson painted. It seemed nice. 

And if the man had once been a commander, then Killdeer was sure he would rise swiftly through the ranks.

No jealousy on his part. He was a bit shy of such responsibility.

No, I was born south of here, on the plains. A place called Redhawk Caldera. My grandma is Towhee; I'm sure you know her. My aunt and great-uncle are here as well—Tierra and Phox. Oh! And Auntie Woo. And of course, Gramma just had her kids.

So much family here! Apart from his parents and Cal, it was almost as if they were back on the caldera again.