Luneshale Pass I don't know where to put my hands

His mom intended to depart the pass, though that didn’t mean he couldn’t still visit at his leisure. Bushtit reminded himself of this as he left Towhee in her favorite blind near the borders. He had only just arrived there but he swore he would return quickly with snacks.

Only after she’d faded into the distance behind him did he let his face crumple a little, revealing his true feelings on the matter. It wasn’t a big deal and he could hardly fault her, especially given what was in the works. But he’d gotten used to coming home to both his parents…

Shoving his thoughts aside, Bushtit inhaled sharply through his nose and then halted to assess his surroundings. Did he want to dip into one of Verapaz’s caches—surely his padre wouldn’t mind—or fetch something fresh? He’d gotten rather good at catching small game during his travels, as it was kind of a necessity to not only stay energized but alive.

Before he could make up his mind, he saw a figure striding along a nearby stretch of borderline. Bushtit didn’t recognize the man, whose hulking frame made his eyes widen a little. He looked a bit like a Redhawk, a thought which had the younger male swiveling on a heel and loping toward him.

Hey! he announced himself as he approached. ¡Hola! he did not forget to add, curious which one would suit the strange giant.