Moonspear incommunicado

Not far, Bushtit confirmed, but I dunno anything about a pack at the mesa. Like, he continued, glancing over his shoulder as if he could see it from this distance, the one a little east of the caldera? I don’t think anyone lives there, much less an entire kingdom.

He faced the older male again, shrugging. When Killdeer asked him whether he’d join up should the Redhawks revive their claim on the caldera, a forepaw rubbed sheepisly at the back of his neck.

I mean, I’ll visit mom if she’s there. But I like traveling and don’t plan to stay anywhere anytime soon, he said truthfully. Maybe I could be an honorary member, like I am with Verapaz?

On that note, he should head back that way to finish this game of teléfono. Bushtit kind of wanted to hang out with Killdeer a bit longer and shoot the breeze. But he was on a mission and, besides, he wanted to dip before Treepie possibly showed up.

An idea struck, prompting him to say, Wanna come with me? At least as far as the caldera, if not all the way to the lowlands? But it’s really not far. You’ll see. Bushtit motioned eagerly. C’mon!

I’m going to put this goober on the NPC shelf, so I was hoping you could fade this for us and wrap the one with Fiamma as well?