Redhawk Caldera right now, you're mine

Aha!

She had secured a teaching moment!

Her smile grew wider, and her tail offered a sweep of the ground underneath them. Her neck twisted so that she could gaze at him some while still maintaining her sprawled pose.

Sometimes, late in winter, it gets...little warmer. Maybe a day, maybe a week. A little shrug of her shoulders. It was hard to say — and there was the potential it never happened at all! Feels like spring. Only it is not. Freeze comes hard after.

Yet she had noted he had said something interesting. Time to reverse the teaching moment.

What is desert?