Sunbeam Lair the wheezing cough of a smoker’s laugh

The one closest moved back several steps, and her lip fell to cover her teeth again. The wary, harsh feeling that curled through her was still there, but the added space was good for her.

They spoke, but she did not answer, eyes flicking between the two of them. These people could know of the Gang, if the crick wolves had spoken of them to others, so it wasn’t safe to push her luck. Again, snap did her eyes from man to man.

Sawbones.

It was a deadly rattle, the hiss of a rattlesnake, but she made no move closer.

But she made no move to leave.

Friends…gone. Separated by snow. They are gone. She knew, in her hindbrain, that she would find them. She had to, when the summer sun would turn her to a puddle. She would find them before the snow came back.