Redsand Canyon Breathe into me

Mountains weren’t exactly “easy”, but six toes made climbing a hell of a lot better. Their ancestors may have used their toes to hunt cliff birds, but Simran used them to climb onto rocks and just kinda. Sit there.

Observing, looking over and around at the territory their acceptance had allowed entry to. Something in them had settled, a constant low level throb in their heart and head gone away as their life settled back into routine. War didn’t leave much for bounty hunting, but that could wait. They had things to do here, such as fight. Yeah..fight.

And birdwatch.

Burc’ya liked the mountains, they thought, watching the shape of the kestrel high above their head, occasionally sending updates down in the form of diving down to clack his beak and take back off. Simran would nod, and away he’d go, back to whatever it was he was doing up there.

Simran quirked a little smile. Yeah, they could definitely get used to this again.