Dragoncrest Cliffs all my troubles will hang on your trigger

depends on how mad i be. loko quipped, aiming a nip at chacal’s shoulder.

she was staring out at the sea. something forlorn came over him; if she (or he) threw the bone into the waters, it might be gone forever. despite the pain it had caused him, loko thought it a cool find too — and he hoped secretly if she threw it, she threw it somewhere easily retrievable.