Sly Fox Sand Dunes why does thou sit upon my grave

immediately, she shot back a quick burst of la lengua del sud and he stared at her for a few long heartbeats, poleaxed.

when silence had fallen between them once more, he opened his mouth. . .and laughed, the sound rasping in his throat, eyes creased to slits with mirth.

ayyy, no esperaba eso de ti, coatl managed, lifting a foreleg to swipe his paw across his muzzle, charmed. ¿donde aprendiste?

was she, perhaps, a refugee like himself—driven northward by the driving rain and winds, and the floods that had followed?

his nostrils flared, trying to catch any hints upon her pelt. nothing of much consequence, he thought. nowhere he recognized.

and the accent was off, in any case.