Firestone Hot Springs aint nothin

With a click like a light switch, her brain seemed to flip over the batteries and bring her back around. She raised up her head and front like a meerkat, only for a moment, before she slithered from her perch, landing with a little thump. 

The rats had unionized.

Those in her head, at least. She tilted her head to the side.

What he said. She said after a moment, blinking owlishly. For a moment, she looked herself, like the creature who existed before the storm and the dark and the small gods.

We should move. Who knew how many would come to the beacon of Sadey’s scent.