Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

it pleased her to be right. arsenio came prowling from the mist, his coat bleeding out a haze of ginger until he took shape, as if satsu held arcane power.
take tamar and aid this man in his hunt. you are capable of such a feat? her tone was light and expectant.
it was an order poorly disguised. satsu then looked to the man, her smile more genuine and warm.
it is the least i can offer. we live nearby, so what remains after breakfast will not spoil.
it would aid the war effort and potentially win satsu a new friend, if the others did as they were told.