Redsand Canyon the death of orchids

I CACKLED

At some point he must have, because he shifted suddenly and then approached.  Fennec's fur rose when he didn't speak right away, but she kept her expression distant.  She didn't want to show any nerves, unsure if this wolf was like the last.

She heard a scuff behind as Quick tumbled behind her.  Time around her had made the small badger less wary of wolves than was probably practical.  She was too busy focusing on the stranger to worry overly much about it.

A week or so. She answered.  Have you come looking for something?  She hadn't called recently, but earlier that day she'd howled.  He was either a late arrival or hadn't known she'd be here.  This place wasn't claimed - it wasn't his home.  So what else would be here that he would want?  (And would he pay if she could sort out a way to "help").

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