Redsand Canyon Runs on dreams and gasoline

I do, Ma, he admitted genuinely, but then gave a cheeky laugh at her aside about friends. Right? I. . .don't really like Tierra. She talks too much, and she's full of herself.

So different from her brother—and he wasn't afraid to say so. I miss Caracal, he sighed. I wonder where he is.

The two patrolled in silence until Fennec responded, Killdeer comfortable enough to relish the relative peace and quiet of the night.