Redsand Canyon That money just won't buy

Sybol wondered if he could fight after all. "What if I fall and trip over myself frequently when hunting?" He blurted out. "I um, I'm good at other things. Maybe I can fight. I dunno. You've never seen me walk or stand or anything though." He could feel his face heating.

When she mentioned a wolf angered by his appearance he burst out laughing. "Me? A Psycho murder? Mama used to say, Sybol, if you don't catch anything soon, even a bug I swear I'm dumping you in the ocean." His laughter tore at his rib. "OW OW OW! I think I broke my rib when I fell, it feels a lot better now but laughing hurts."