Moonspear incommunicado

Padre? Soto? His brows drew together in puzzlement, trying to figure out whether she'd mentioned someone by that name—those names?—before.

And as far as the message Towhee was sending—

It's. . .in progress, I guess? Killdeer replied, sucking air through his teeth in a slight grimace. I was thinking about setting up a pack at Redhawk Caldera. Where I was born. Where your mom was born.

He couldn't help but grin at the implication. She sent you here to check up on that? Killer asked, cocking his head. Clearly, she had bought into the idea. Now, he just had to set it into motion. I guess you could tell her it's. . .possible. Probable? he added, trailing off.

He wished he could say for sure. He was loath to abandon Moonspear, especially now. But if they needed a new home. . .