Firestone Hot Springs epigram for wall street

Redd looked to her mother before dropping her gaze in light deference.  She nodded and made a low sound of agreement, but there was more to it than that.

Again, those rarely needed words.  She disliked the way they felt, as though they crawled all the way from her throat.

Whatever needed.  She would be either or both if Wealda commanded.  A hunter could fight and a fighter could hunt - no matter which, she would do what was necessary to ensure the pack thrived.  The future thrived.

Right now, their survival rested in war. On the return, food would become a concern.  It was a concern now even in war.  She saw little need for her own distinction.