Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

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Wrist sucked in a breath, that kind of payment long before she knew if her question could even be answered, she just didn’t like the price. And what did she mean ‘read the signs’ the black femme frowned. But by the lack of expression on this wolf in front of her she was beginning to suspect something was off with those eyes.


Whrist shook her head and waited a long moment then decided she must be right. “My secret’s are my own.” She remained perfectly still, not rustling any leaves, not shifting her body, She did not want to give anything away. She was curious still though so she offered with a questioning lilt her her voice “What sort of secret’s are you looking for? Or can I ask you to choose another price?”