Otatso Wetlands early drinkin' [m]

Lonesome nodded, slow at first, then a little bit faster.

Im gonna be honest with you two, I grew up in a desert. A lot of the plants here are kinda similar to the ones I know, but I might accidentally grab something wrong. Call me on it if I do. She said after a while, ripping through another pass of the frog at her feet.

…what are you guys doing out here anyway? You both mentioned two guys and someone named Red and it’s not everyday I find someone bleeding out in a bog. You were almost food for the critters. Or people who like the soft bits.

People like Lonesome, desperate to survive, desperate for control, desperate for something, anything.

You don’t gotta tell me if it’s not something you wanna talk about, but I kinda maybe want to know if helping you is gonna get me used like a chew toy. I didn’t like it the first time and I won’t like it a second. There had been wolves far bigger than these two who looked at a scrawny little coyote girl and decided that her existence was solely to become their next meal or plaything. Needless to say, she wasn’t interested in going through that again.