Bramblepoint Pull together for the clan and kin.

Every factor was pulling outward—Sialuk's departure, his grandmother's travels, his own designs upon the caldera. He wandered with his dreams, his patrols widening down into the valley, far beyond the bounds of Moonspear's claim. 

He was a man with one paw in, and one paw out—

And the sight of Towhee ahead was perhaps the final push toward 'out,' entirely.

Killdeer made a show of kicking up snow and brush along the way, trying to catch her eye. Once he did, he gave her a worried smile and trotted forward to touch his nose to hers, then pulled back, countenance wry but also undeniably concerned.

-What brings you here?- he asked, tilting his head. -Your son told me you were down in the lowlands, with, uh, a guy called 'Padre.'-