Redsand Canyon Touch grass.

"it is not a decision lightly made." his voice was unreadable, but for towhee this would not matter. he felt her eyes on his face, surveying, and suddenly wanted to be away.

"we number fifteen. if you, maxim, and your children relocate to epoch, our numbers will still be supportive. as for the vale itself, i cannot say."

he recalled when they had been twenty-two strong, though unwieldy in many ways.