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

Killdeer nodded, standing back as soon as Atreus howled his intention. It wasn't his business.

And yet. . .well, fuck, he was the son of the Imperatrix, right? He deserved to be here.

Nah, he held firm until Germanicus came, and then stood to observe the conversation, dipping his head in submission to their leader.

But he'd remain.

Watching. Listening.