Redhawk Caldera Gentle one, how kind of you

He nodded along and eventually sat with a muffled thud, sending a little dust in the air and staring into the sky. Only when she asked another question did Killdeer return his gaze to hers, and his head tilted slightly, thinking.

What's his name? he asked. No—I mean, Mereo is. . .gone. The Imperator left, and the pack disbanded. So—yeah.

He gave a sigh, shuffling his paws.

He'd much rather talk about this place than the canyon, or Germanicus, or the drama that had ensued. He was happy in his birthplace, and here was that calamity interrupting once more.