Verdigris Ravine and the rest hope for a shoulder

from his gaze qiao learned of each resting tribe member; some lounged under shades of chollah, others hid from view. 

it was not so easy to understand what zoug communicated next. his chest rose and a fearsome snarl gurgled from his throat. 

yet his eyes cut to her with inquiry. a long pause between them, saturated by stifling heat. 

i do not understand the question.