Rattleskin Redoubt raptor

S’ari offered her idle hands and laziness.

Minsang did not show her teeth at the idea, but it was a near thing. The ruddy woman stared at her for a moment, wondering, perhaps, why the woman would allow someone entry who did not contribute.

This Tribe was lucky, Minsang was not one who lay idle. To survive was to work. And Minsang would not go down flailing with the stones of idleness wrapped around her middle.

The scorpion‘s whiskers twitched as she looked into the distance, the way S’ari had shown her, before humming a little noise.

Will follow you.

No need to let her kindness die to a rattlesnake’s venom.