Redsand Canyon The ethereal and I.

She didn't steal any kids, did she? Fennec asked, though the insinuation was definitely a joke. The woman she'd spoken to had clearly been targeting a man she knew, though that didn't mean she hadn't fucked up and killed someone else.

Either way, Fennec would hardly be responsible. She'd only provided the means. What happened afterwards was entirely their doing.

I always wanted to do things like that. Live unattached, somewhere, and provide fortunes and herbs and poisons to anyone who came. For a price, obviously. Back when I was little, it always seemed like this cool ideal way to live, but it turns out it's more complicated than that. She huffed a small laugh. Guess I should be glad, though. Because if I was that wolf, I'd be suspect number one. She imagined Germanicus knocking on a witch's door with an army behind him. Now that was something out of a story.