Rattleskin Redoubt raptor

She gestured back the way she had come, towards the land of red stone and scrub.

That way. Several days. The scorpion twitched her right ear.

Small group. Didn’t have a whole lot of others. All of them got a foaming sickness. She made a little line in the sand beneath her feet.

One at first. Then all. Then. She smashed her paw over the line.

All gone. She shrugged. Mourning was for children and the recently harmed. Minsang was neither.

She dragged a salmon tongue across her whiskers.

You?