Redsand Canyon A boombox is not a toy!

Color him intrigued. His face had morphed from disgusted to thoughtful, and he nodded along with her explanation, half-distracted by visions of him loping up and done the mountains, making visits to far-flung packs. 

And hey, he could visit his Dad—!

Thanks, Killdeer said, giving her an approximation of a smile. He was still undoubtedly rubbed the wrong way, but the change in subject had helped. I gotta get back to this patrol. Wanna help?

An olive branch, one he almost expected her to refuse. But he could play nice if she didn't. At least, he thought he could.

eek sorry! wanna fade?