Blacktail Deer Plateau colder than the hinges of hell

Queenie sighed a blew out a slow puff of air as she thought. I think I'm alright, she said. The way she thought about it, she was like Daddy Bruce and the prey was like one of the lowlives she'd seen him take care of plenty occasions. She'd learned how to win a fight with someone who fought back, so winning against someone who only ran from the hits was simple. I don't have any specific trades yet, but I'm a quick learner, promise. Guess I just didn't have a reason to use it before now.