Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

The plan seemed to have worked; Kratha's introduction was simple, and with the weight of a plump winter hare on her belly, it seemed like the worst of her motor-mouth was over. Still, Queenie held her breath, never once letting her guard down. You must've been starving, she laughed, You're so thin. Did she not know how to hunt? That was certainly a disqualifier, but if she knew how to fight, it could redeem her.

You know, I marked this place for a reason. I normally like to eat in peace. And right now, we're too close to home for my comfort.