Moonspear incommunicado

A foreign language plus deafness seemed tricky—though, like Bushtit had alluded, the language of love conquered all. He mouthed the words Bushtit spoke, smiling in the process. He had the benefit of knowing ptero from a young age; the boy might well become a seasoned translator sooner or later.

Sounds good to me, Killdeer remarked. How far are the lowlands from the caldera? If you're going back and forth, I'm assuming they're pretty close. The last time I was that way, I went as far as Akashingo, that kingdom on the mesa.

He wondered whether he should send Bushtit with good tidings their way, in the name of diplomacy, and ultimately decided not to. Last time he heard, they were entangled with some kind of conflict on their borders; he didn't want to drag Moonspear into that.

He cocked his head. So, if I start this pack on Redhawk Caldera, are you gonna be there? the man asked, giving his young uncle an ingratiating smile.