Sly Fox Sand Dunes she's perfectly misaligned

her attention was singularly focused.

redbird did not see the stranger approaching until they were within shouting distance, and by then they were calling to her in a friendly way. when she looked to them it was with a sharp-eyed scowl. this stranger looked like one of the slaves of muat-riya.

bristling along her nape now, redbird stopped her pacing and stood tall. you from that palace?

she slunk closer, digging heel in to sand. if this figure was from muat-riya perhaps a bargain could be struck. this new idea bubbled in her mind.