Naaghai Lowlands Slang

The features that mark her as a servant in a royal court are returned as a blessing in the lowlands. She had expected to parch like a flower set in sunlight beyond the cool palace walls, and she’d spent so much of their journey fretting over Toula’s comfort that her own pliancy was passed over. The soil scorches under paw but she is fleet-footed. Her hearing is attuned to awakening life at vast distances and her narrow snout fits flush to small animal burrows.

There’s a shift in the wind- does Tuna also feel it?

By dusk she slips from her post at the entrance to her Queen’s makeshift den with intention to drink from the banks of the thinning serpent. She casts into the south.

Here the great drama of wolven life is nowhere evident. This land belongs to the coyote.