Luneshale Pass you keep sayin' that i'm nothing like my father

The question made his ears splay. He didn’t know. Well, he supposed she was still at the caldera, waiting for him to show up again. And he would! If she didn’t come find him, he would go back to her in another day or two…

She’s not here right now, he stated the obvious, unaware of how much he sounded like an answering machine. ¿Porqué? Do you have a message for her? I’d be happy to deliver it when I see her.

His head cocked. Bushtit couldn’t imagine with Fiamma might want with Towhee, though perhaps she wanted to pass along something from the Segundo. That would make this quite the game of teléfono—ah, if only he knew.