Wapun Meadow bela lugosi's dead

Some parents you have. She doesn't know anything about Xan, but she snorts at the thought of her mama or Komodo being chastised. Leave her out of this, she commands silently, lip puffed in a pout. She stalks forward without fear of the primordial behemoth before her and narrows her eyes. There is a creek that runs through the meadow. She watches him, face wrought with calculation. I could show you.

Or not. She'd start in that direction and if he followed, he followed. If not, he could deal with the rotten carcass himself.