Redhawk Caldera Gentle one, how kind of you

Don't be sorry, he said quickly, shaking his head. Please. . .it was complicated. And it's over. No sweat. He shrugged, then snapped back to attention upon absorbing that name. I knew Icarus. Dunno where he is now, though.

He'd dispersed just like the others, most likely. Killer's motivation had been helping his mother; he hadn't spared a thought for any other Mereo wolf. He hoped the young man was okay, though.

As for the Hobbit Hole. . .

Well, this was really my Gramma's space, he explained, smiling. I wasn't up here a lot. But occasionally, Caracal and I would—

He broke off, loping away to pinpoint places he and his cousin-uncle had romped, showing Amalia. The two of them had a smashing time upon the heights of the caldera, and Killdeer had found a friend.

fade here? <3