Redsand Canyon I can change a tire on the side of a road

Well. That was something he hadn't ever thought of. His destiny had always been shaped by others. His family at the caldera. Traveling with Caracal. Soldiering here.

How would I want it to look. . . Killdeer repeated, voice trailing off. His tone was soft, but not timid.

In a way, he kind of really wanted this.

Like us, I guess? he said after a moment's silence. You and me, I mean. Wolves who care about each other, who'd protect each other. None of this weird war stuff, or alliances, or whatever—

What he really wanted was his family. All together, in one place. Happy.

It wasn't entirely possible, but maybe they could build an approximation of it.