Redsand Canyon I’ll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans?

Killdeer was no gossip, and he certainly didn't mean to intercept any intel-spilling plans. That being said, when the young man he'd hunted with returned to the canyon, he was close enough to heed the call, and came within hearing distance—

Well, he wasn't going to listen like some ghoul, unseen, on the periphery.

He gave a friendly chuff to his fellow soldier and then lingered, patrolling idly nearby. If he were to catch bits and pieces, well, so be it.

Maybe it would help him be a better ambassador.

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