Sky Mesa I don’t need additional lives.

Anselm was dedicated to reaching the summit - even so, what the coyote shared behind him gave him pause.

Excuse me, what? He halted and turned back to Kusuma. Bits of shale tumbled down the slope.

Parsing her speech was hard enough, but the intention was clear. He rose to his full height with a cocksure flick of a tail. Vhat will they do to stop me, bark? Yip yap? He scoffed incredulously. He assumed she was Kusuma - she looked a neat picture sitting there in the rubble.  Not if you don’t bother me.

He turned back around, resuming his prowl up the steep slope.