Redtail Rise Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear

not the croissant!

It was hours after Fifth ascended into the croissant plane that Riley woke.

It was not daylight or the gradually rising chorus of dawn that roused him.

No. It was the pervasive reek of rotted flesh.

His nose twitched as the aroma hit his cognizance with the bite of a thorn; opening one eye and then the other, Riley came to with the reflexes of a startled cat.

He leapt back with a grunt, alighting their slumbering world with clatterijg dirt and pebbles — every fur stood on end as he tried to make sense of the shape that had intruded his sleep.