Northstar Vale Like a BAWSS!

He stayed with Towhee for several hours, catching up and then shooting the shit. Caracal offered to stay longer—as long as she needed—but he also made the mistake of telling her about Heda. She insisted he get back to his newfound life, especially since she couldn’t do a whole lot these days besides wait around for the pups to come. She only asked that he visit her again in about a month’s time so he could meet them.

After a round of goodbye hugs, Caracal left Towhee’s little roost and picked his way toward the edge of the vale. En route, he heard a familiar howl rise up in the air. His spirit soared at the sound of that voice and he scrambled toward it, ignoring the persistent ache in his feet that even a long nap hadn’t quite eased.

KILLER! he shouted when he spotted the other young man, rushing toward him and looping an arm around his neck to pull Killdeer into a hug so tight it was almost a headlock.