Sheepeater Cliff consume

Silvertip slipped from between Tiarnán's lips and fell on Bazi's ears like an ineffectual guillotine. A surly, hurt look befell the Creek-dweller, searing into cowering boy's face like the glare from Scott Summer's eye. "Oh," she said, entrusting a single sound to act as vessel for the anger that welled in her - since he wouldn't understand a true bollocking. "Well, you'd better take him back, if it was Silvertip Mountain he chose."

Without further word, Bazi turned to stalk off in the direction of home.

Exit Bazi!