Verdigris Ravine if we lose our touch, it won’t mean much

the comb, the tooth, and the moon. the sigils of this to’lang would take time to dissect.

qiao collected her wares, thin bones come to settle alongside ephraim. as of late a sheen had come to bloom among his fur.

the road agreed with him. this tribe has no hierarchy, but a woman named s’ari operates as its mediator. there are five of them. a look now to the lightness of his frame. it seems any who are seen as coyote are welcome. they may be resourceful allies to have.