Rattleskin Redoubt mandatum

Valiria said nothing, but it seemed her father had a talent for making enemies. She watched him silently, thoughtful.

She shook her head in agreement. She thought of the coyotes that pretended to be wolves, the snake woman and her dogs. Perhaps her father wasn't the only one good at making enemies.

"Where then?" she asked. It made no real difference to her. She simply wanted to start again, find a life that gave her purpose.