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

He shook his head vehemently at her response. God, no, Killer assured her, grinning. C'mon up. I've just been daydreaming.

A few moments of silence fell before either one of them spoke again.

Hey, 'Mal—are your parents alive? I'm sorry if that's too personal of a question, he added hastily, casting an anxious glance her way. I've just. . .I dunno. I've been struggling lately, trying to make my peace with everything that's happened.

And she seemed like someone who was good to talk to. Safe to talk to. The only other living wolf he'd feel this comfortable talking about this with was Towhee. Bless his mother, but Fennec didn't much like Caracal, he thought, and he'd choke on his grief before bringing up Bronco to her.