Redhawk Caldera ^__________________________^

The call invoked equal amounts of joy and nerves in his heart, but upon seeing his elder daughter for the first time in a while, the scales tipped dramatically toward the former. Killdeer approached with a happily-wagging tail, a smile upon his face, and an embrace for her (if she'd allow).

It's good to see you, Treepie, he greeted warmly. I'm sorry I haven't visited the Spear. Lots to do here, and of course I wanted to give you your space.

She looked well, which heartened him, and there was no sign of any sort of bad news weighing upon his shoulders. Of course, he'd heard about the deaths of Kukutux and Aiolos through the grapevine; the loss of Moonwoman had no doubt left a cavernous void not just among the moon-packs, but their allies as well.

Still, life went on.

How are you? Killdeer asked. How are things?