Redsand Canyon Hur

He listened, nodding, his face very serious. He'd never experienced anything like that before. The closest was, perhaps, when he was having trouble swimming to the island with Caracal, his head bobbing precariously close to the turbulent surface.

But this! This was much different.

A few seasons, Killdeer replied. He'd honestly lost track of time, and had taken it day by day for many moons now. My Mom is here, and my cousin, too. Aunt, he noted, but Tierra did not and would never feel that way to him. And other family lives over the range to the northwest.

They'd reached the sparring ground, and he strode out upon the plane, glancing back at Cad. So. You wanna strike first? he asked, his grin growing.