It was a slightly cold yet warm day at the Piston Peak Air Attack base. Windlifter was out on a ledge of a cliff staring at the beautiful view. You knew him as the one who rarely ever said anything, only like a few words and that's it, his hazel eyes were the type of eyes you could get lost staring at...his long black hair blowing softly in the wind. Nothing could ever worry him, he was always so calm and a very good listener too.