Redsand Canyon You follow the outs of an inside joke

He shifted as he tried to put his brain back together and wire his lower jaw back to the rest of his face. He was sure it was dropped. (Among other things.)

Still, he gave her a smile. Hi, he repeated. You, uh—whatcha doin' here? This was my pack's place until recently and then they kinda broke up and. . .well. . .the canyon is vacant, I guess.

He stumbled over every word and he sounded totally dopey.

Killdeer moved closer, taking in her delicate, frosted form, the compelling aura of her blue gaze. 

And that smell. . .