Firefly Glen [BWH] I miss you more than anything

Killdeer walkin' into this convo like

The scent of Verapaz drew his attention, and Killdeer peeled off from the rest of the Caldera wolves to make pleasantries. He'd only ever met one of them, just once, but Gramma had told him that their leader was Bushtit's father—so that was yet another connection between their packs, if tenuous.

The man ahead was large and hulking, and he carried himself like a king. Could this be the mysterious Soto? Killdeer noted the golden gaze, cutting into the dark like twin searchlights.

What was he searching for?

Greetings, Killer told the man upon approach, shoulders and tail relaxed in the spirit of camaraderie. I don't believe we've met. Killdeer, from Redhawk Caldera. And you're from. . .Verapaz, right?

Ignorance truly was bliss.