Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

Indra thought herself to be quite fleet-footed. She did not match with Colt, who did not hesitate the way she did, and in the next moment the hare was dead and thrown limp at her feet. Eat.

Open-mouthed and panting, the girl looks from the meal to the horizon and back again. Her heart races from the momentum of the run and how startled she'd felt when the hare had first appeared. There is a dizzying sense of deja-vu here; she's probably dehydrated, probably overtired, nothing more.

She sets upon the thing quickly and strips it apart while it is still warm.