Sunbeam Lair Son of a witch

In the weeks she had taken care of Earp, she had come to a conclusion.

She rather did not like children.

It was only for her small gods she did this, she reminded herself as the gape mouth thing screamed in her face. She raised a lip, staring down her muzzle at the boy.

Yes yes, my face is scary, you may shut up now. She mullishly spoke to the boy, rolling her eyes and turning her focus across the dim space she’d chosen. Lonesome Dove had become something of an angry recluse, and she blamed this on the boy.

May he never know her loins spawned him, she cursed into the cavernous space of her mind, mulish and angry and everything in between.

Thats enough, boy. You will attract other things. Bigger. One piercing eye found the black-marked face of her son.

Theres always something bigger, Earp. I want you to forever remember that.