Redhawk Caldera a knot in the wood; the song of a thrush

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As usual, the approaching dark woman had a near-instant positive effect on his mood. He gave her a smile and chuff and rose to his paws, shaking tiny ice crystals from his fur as he did so.

Hey, 'Mal, Killer drawled. Don't see you up around here much. What brings you to my humble abode?

For truthfully, the Hobbit Hole had become just that. He did his duties, hunted, patrolled, watched after the youngsters—but at the end of most days, he retreated here.

Killdeer had never liked being alone; the events of past moons had seemed to change that.