Spotted Eagle Mountain The weak breeze whispers nothing

He took in each word, seriously, but when the last of them passed, and it was clear Bronco was floating out a plea to ban-lift, he grinned, eyelids creasing at the corners.

I'd love that, Dad, Killdeer replied, wagging his tail. If that's how it turns out, I promise I'll put in a good word for you.

Nothing was that easy. And with Fennec entangled with Germanicus, it was even less easy.

He stepped forward and butted his head against the flesh between Bronco's right neck and shoulder.

I promise, Dad, I'll get you closer if I get my say, he said, fervently.