Rattleskin Redoubt raptor

Across the midnight desert, a yap. A distinctly coyote sound.

Minsang’s ears rose from her russet dome, emerald green peering about for the source of the voice. Another one of her, all fine boned where the other canids were thick of pelt and of skull. Understandably, she was wary.

The woman found the splot in the dark, that familiar long-leggedness she saw in herself when she looked into a pool of water.

The scorpion rose her head and yapped in response, her slender legs eating up the distance at a fast lope. It had been a long time since she had conversed with one of her own.