Redhawk Caldera Ever Changing Tides of Time

Brecheliant had dispersed. Towhee had informed him of the news, and announced her intention to visit. Before she departed, he decided to go for himself—to see who remained.

Well. To see if one particular woman had remained.

Dark fur against the plains that marked the outskirts of the territory—was it her? Her drew closer, hope in his eyes and heart. Nostrils flared to catch her scent—

It was, it was!

'Mal! Killdeer called out, stretching out into a lope to catch up. He skidded to a stop against the snow-brushed ground and panted slightly, breath fogging on the late autumn air. Hey. You okay? Can we talk?