Emberflame Ridge Take 'em with me to the grave in a suitcase

It was way better than cool, but she supposed she couldn’t expect those not in the know to know any better. These wolves sounded more boring the more Mae described them, and Tierra had to contain the impulse to snort when she called them “practical”. God, she hoped no one ever described her as anything close to practical.

Tierra. Tierra Redhawk. Normally she didn’t throw the family name in, but this time she thought twice and added it on. They had family literally everywhere; maybe someone had heard of it.

I used to be in Mereo, back when they claimed the canyon. But ever since Germy fucked off I’ve been doing my own thing. It’s whatever. Her tone made it seem like an explanation, though it really didn’t explain anything useful at all. Who’re you?