Redhawk Caldera the wood of the wind; a cliff, a fall

Not Bronte nor Ponyboy but an older silver girl instead came into view. Killdeer looked her over, trying to place her face, her voice. So very familiar—aha!

Dwin, right? he answered, a bit triumphantly, as he found her name. Unfortunately, he'd missed most of what she said beyond the word "fish."

Ah, sure, Killer went on—though immediately regretting it, as he wasn't entirely sure what he was agreeing to. How are ya? I haven't seen you in a while. 

Dwin was. . .Maia's and Eljay's, that was right. Not a sister but a. . .distant cousin of sorts. A Blackthorn. He gave her a pleasant smile, tail swinging behind him in greeting.