Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

if she couldn’t puzzle the directions to healer’s pass from their gesture, it was her own problem to sort. made up the entire end of the canyon, so for once they weren’t playing a game – it was a straight shot. as long as you walked far enough.

just as last time, her language was lost on them. renard waited there patiently instead, smile widening to her sarcastic thanks.

“one of donovan’s blades,” they said. truer in more ways than one, even if he didn’t know it. and he didn’t seem to, considering the orders he’d had so far. “he doesn’t recruit much else.” but for his fondness for white wolfdog healers, it seemed. they looked her over, pointedly – the claw marks on her shoulder that they’d targeted back in the meadow, the new wounds along her throat an muzzle and eye. “i assume that will be your role too.”