Firefly Glen [BWH] I miss you more than anything

Of course, right, he replied quickly, smiling in what was hopefully an ingratiating manner. If Kemal was at all glaring, Killdeer didn't notice. He was more focused on the words, anyway—he didn't know what an Águila was, but from context, it seemed as if it were a leadership position.

From the bits he remembered from Towhee and her son, 'Kemal' wasn't Bushtit's dad's name. Had this man replaced him, or was he maybe a deputy. . .? He made a mental note to ask at some point during the hunt.

I have, yes, Killer said. The one last autumn was super fun. I'm glad the tradition lives on.

Well, in a way. What Killdeer had noticed was the lack of familiar faces. He knew some had died, and others moved on—but that didn't account for everyone. Perhaps they were simply late to the party.

He tilted his head, voice one of light query as he asked, So, how goes it with Verapaz and your green?