Redhawk Caldera Tretale.

He nodded along thoughtfully, pursing his lips in contemplation. Pie was awfully smitten with Buttshit, that was true. Still, it had been difficult enough for Treepie to journey down for the recent wedding in Forneskja, and that was just a territory away.

Oh, well. One thing at a time.

Friends to lovers, Killdeer confirmed, though the finality of it gave him pause. That wasn't quite true, was it? Not yet. Well, I've told her I love her, anyway, he went on. And she loves me, too. But we haven't discussed kids or anything. Haven't. . .you know, done it.

And again, time enough for all that—though he did wonder when Amalia would go into heat. 

How is little Bushy, anyway? Killer asked, smiling. Old enough to be out on his own, eh?