Firestone Hot Springs epigram for wall street

She coughs and Redd understands.  If they are to hunt then she will be the one to take a trail this time.  The sickness had not touched her yet despite her insistence in keeping Masque’s company.

Redd wordlessly began to scout around, choosing to mostly search the dry areas where some amount of rock or brush could be found.  Any burrows would be there.

After a time she found one, a faint scent of something warm inside.  She began to dig and an eager growl rumbled forth.