Redhawk Caldera right now, you're mine

Rocks, sand and no grass.

She did not know how she would do in a place like that. Never any snow could be...good. It meant that perhaps the herds would be there year round to escape cold places like this. She could envision a good home there — even if it was not for her.

It made her appreciate him a touch more. To know how adaptable he was to such a stark change.

Hawk's Nest. She told him the name first. Lots of trees big and tall. Creek with many stones for crossing. Not so different than Redhawk land, but only family there.

Was it melancholy that drifted into the end of her words there? The smile had dimmed only some.

Do you miss desert home?

Perhaps that was an awfully personal topic, but she wished to know him.