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

One brow shot upward at the remark, but he said nothing, deciding to focus instead on the subsequent questions that came.

I'm okay, he said, still smiling. And I, uh—when I heard about Bronco's passing, I thought it would be best that I stayed here, to look after my younger siblings. They're the only siblings I've got.

He shrugged. And I like it here. It reminds me of good times. Did she know about Caracal's death? How his world had been rocked?

He wouldn't put it on her.

Killdeer studied the serious silver face, the apple-green eyes. And you? Have you been around here since I last saw you?