Rattleskin Redoubt Quartz

Only over a short course of time by the ear of Tumbleweed, and Widower had already begun to busy herself.

With no treasures having been brought along from her journey, new ones would have to be found and sealed away for her own enjoyment. 

But what she did not expect, was this. A coyote flailing atop a stone to reach something. A treasure, perhaps? Maybe something worth bargaining for.

Or stealing for.

Approaching close, she watched until the little thing gave up. Something Widower would never do. But all had their own way of things.

You won't get it that way. She sunk to her hocks, squinting toward them.