Redsand Canyon the death of orchids

crocodillian grin, one she could not see, but the heat brushing from the ridges of his teeth;
perhaps she could smell it;
perhaps the witch knew the bear was dangerous, and welcomed it.
merrick felt surely now that the priest must meet this canyon-dweller, and performed a delighted tight circle before her, snapping at the end of his own tail before straightening. "i want to come and see you again. when is most auspicious?" mockery, yes, teasing, yes, but belief thundering beneath his question.