Swiftcurrent Creek King rat on the streets in another life

Eshe understood why Mae didn’t want to walk—her leg and head hurt. She nodded, listening and watching as a fire ignited within the adolescent. Whatever had happened was motivating enough for Mae to dismiss her pain and stand. This gave Eshe an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.

Although Eshe didn’t want to encourage conversations about “bastards” and  how Mae “shoulda killed him”, she knew she could use the subject matter to their advantage.

”Yeah?” she replied, taking a few steps into the forest. ”Tell me what you could’ve done to him.” If successful, Eshe would begin to lead them further into the territory.