Redhawk Caldera eighty-fourth

the desert woman speaks of soldiers, as if brecheliant were a fortress brimming with an army. their pack was relatively small, and out of them kivaluk considers the only fighters might be him and kigipigak. she spoke of understanding but he considers her words an attempt to sway them: negating any understanding she might harbor.

he is a silent sentry as he watches them, waiting for them to depart.