Nova Peak a mountain in my hand, my hand

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Bazi had not expected that.

In her experience, this particular genre of conversation went one of two ways - if the wolf in question had emerged pure and shining from an unfortunate situation, the words were many and the afternoon was lost. If they had something to hide, their origins were dismissively summarized in a single word. Fire was Bazi's go-to lie, and she wondered how many wolves had questioned the truth in it. But murder.. that was the sort of word that invited questions. Bazi stared at Falwasi's delicate profile and swallowed before asking tentatively, ".. what do you mean, murder?"