Sly Fox Sand Dunes Eidolon

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A sharp shadow came bearing a dune-pelted rabbit, fresh-killed for the children of the tribe. Namely, herself. 

The woman sat the rabbit down, looking first toward the man that had uttered her name. Zug call Kusuma? Is danger? Food? Tunnels? his yip, to her ears, had not been very clear. 

But then her gaze fell upon another, head tilted and nose twitching. She did not smell danger on this one. Another Tribekin?