Redsand Canyon A boombox is not a toy!

The bulk of the Sunspire was just that. Something large and in the way. Past that mountain, Gramma Towhee and her man would take to their new home.

Leaving Killdeer and Fennec behind.

He supposed, as he patrolled the northwestern edge of Mereo, staring forlornly up to that spire, that he couldn't hold it against her. Wolves came and went. She had her own life; he couldn't expect her to stick around forever. He hadn't always, after all.

But. . .fuck.

Butt fuck. Lol.

His musings turned dirty pun brought him short, and he laughed a little, a single exhaled snort that brought fog in the air. 

It would be okay. She wouldn't be too far. And he still had Mom, after all.

The young soldier stood on the border, and turned his head once more to the mountain. Thinking. Hoping. Why couldn't they just stay together? He'd never get it.