Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah dipped his head at her words, a thoughtful crease to his brow. The Hobbit Hole. He’d seen the dens from afar, but the way she spoke of it gave it weight, a kind of history he could almost feel in his bones. Maybe one day he’d belong to it, too.
The nudge to his shoulder earned her a small, quiet grin. He straightened as she moved past, watching the shape of her fade into the settling dark.
Sweet dreams, Towhee, he called after her, voice warm, steady. A promise tucked inside the simple wish.
He lingered a moment longer, listening to the hush of the evening, before turning back toward his own rest. Tomorrow, he would start.

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