Redsand Canyon that’s why i’m calling you back on my way through.

there came the barb; glaukos turned upon qiao in full, neatly dwarfing her in every way. even his shadow seemed gargantuan as it loomed over her, swallowing. 

she did not miss a beat. if that’s what you wish to call it. witches can cast hexes upon rude boys, you know. the corner of her lips discreetly uplifted in a smile. 

bending to the earth, qiao slipped her noose of greenbrier and from the folds of tawny deerskin she extracted a lean strip of boar packed by spores. she held the strip aloft, its smoky scent to wafting between then. for a moment it seemed she might offer the stripmeal to her gunmental companion — instead she consumed it in full with wolfish glut.