Redsand Canyon Hur

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Cad couldn’t help but smile at Killdeer’s praise. The soldiers of his homeland had always teased him for his size, for his lack of true battle knowledge. The peach-faced medic had paid them no mind. His purpose was not to strike fear in his opponent. He was there to mend the damage. Soldiers were no good if they could not fight.

Thank you, he said. Cad’s peachy mask dipped toward the ground in a humble show of gratitude.

You’ve got some real muscle. Let’s try again another day. I’ll bet you can get a good hit on me.

Killdeer might have knocked Cad into the dirt, if his first push had carried some more of that force. The first strike had nearly done him in. All that aside, he rather enjoyed the company of the other bright-eyed wolf. Having a friend who showed such kindness would do Cad some good.