Redhawk Caldera bidibodi bidibu

She reappears just as Bushtit sucks in a deep breath, quickly paddling for the shallows. He swims after her, glad for the relatively solid footing as they wade out of the lake. Still ankle-deep in the water, he gives himself a vigorous shake. Despite the loud flapping of his ears, he catches Livi’s words. He enjoys her use of the term “stars.”

Who’s your father? he asks conversationally as he steps toward dry land. In your defense, you said you were a guide, not a guardian, Bushtit adds, shooting her a cheeky grin.