Redhawk Caldera life

Home.

Home had been so many different places for him, he’d forgotten what exactly home was meant to be. Was it the place you were born, a place you’d lived, the place that had the most family or the place that you slept at nigtt but?  From the Copse to Moonspear to the Caldera, to the Glen and on and on the list went. He struggled visibly with the question but pulled himself around with an ashamed smile and a shrug. This place, for the time being, was home. It likely felt more like home to Eljay, who he thought had been born here, who had family here, and who lived here. 

”It’s nice here,” He said. He hoped it wouldn’t bother Eljay that he wasn’t more enthusiastic about labelling the place as “home.” It was as close as he could be to Mereo, so he could visit with Killdeer without getting in trouble. 

”I appreciate you guys taking me in.” he said. ”I, uh…Didn’t make such a good impression on the big guy in charge at Mereo, so…” He said. Something inside him felt obligated to explain why he was at Brechelient. ”That’s where Killdeer is. And Towhee.” He said, though he figured Eljay might already be aware of that. ”Have you uh…Have you gone up that way? Met the whole…Sergeant or whatever the guy in charge is called?”