Porcupine Ridge early sunsets over monroeville

Her answer did not escape his notice.

So where did you come from? he asked, cocking his head. I don't care about the canyon. It's been taken over, last I saw.

He looked at Aquilae. I want honesty from my comrades, Hex told her. I am from a creek just northeast of here. I traveled for a while, stayed with a group. They got sick; I was the only survivor. And so now, here I am.

His golden eyes were owlish, boring into her own with insistent curiosity.

So who are you?