Redhawk Caldera We never really lose them

The nickname sent a bolt of warmth right into his core, and he leaned into it, smiling despite the turmoil in his heart. He meandered toward Amalia, tail swaying.

How've you been? he asked, cocking his head. And hoping that she wouldn't ask the same.

Like. . .she would know, right? That Bronco was dead? And, uh, ghostly?

Killdeer would much rather focus on her. He was grasping onto that possibility with both paws.