Redhawk Caldera Magnet (639Hz).

He laughed at "fat and sassy." The latter, sure, but barring various aches and pains, Towhee seemed as fit as ever to his eyes. There was a warmth in his gaze when she talked about holding down the fort for him, especially as he'd dilly-dallied as of late.

I appreciate it, Killdeer told her, and settled down upon his haunches with a soft sigh. It's still happening—just gotta get everything in order before I leave Moonspear.

The man glanced toward his grandmother, brows lifted in slightly-anxious query. I hate leaving there—and especially leaving Tiki and Pie, he fretted. Did you. . .ever travel away from your kids, instead of them leaving you? I mean, my girls are pretty grown, but they might still need me. And I feel guilty as hell, even though I won't be very far away.

That, in truth, was the sum of the weighted doubts upon his heart. Sialuk was gone, and he felt no loyalty to the mountain itself—but his daughters meant the world to him. 

Or did they, given how readily he was walking away?