Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

Kroc answered vaguely. The youngster understood her reticence. Up until recently, she would not have readily volunteered information about her own base of operations. Wildfire no longer felt much need for secrecy, though she respected the other female's right to privacy and didn't press for any further details.

The unexpected question gave her some pause. "We've had a few stray coyotes here and there," Wildfire said, "but that's it. Nothing abnormal, I don't think. Why?" she wondered, shifting her weight and licking her lips. She could still taste the sweet berries, which reminded her: she still needed to get a drink of water.