Redsand Canyon Spare me your Degradation

Killer smiled, but it was lopsided. Yes, he had a big family, but they always kind of seemed. . .fractured. Especially now, after the Caldera had dispersed. Maybe one day, he'd bring the Redhawks all back together again.

Comrades in arms count, he said. I think so, anyway.

They walked a little ways as the sun began to burst above the horizon, and he stared that way, grinning.

Isn't that beautiful? Killdeer remarked. He saw the silhouettes of birds against the glowing orb, and the way it painted everything red-gold. Can't beat the mountains for these views.