Sly Fox Sand Dunes she's perfectly misaligned

there was a familiar expression upon the coyote that redbird found appealing. the kind of darkness that she had seen plenty enough within the gang, and that brought pain to her chest that she forced away. there came an edge to her voice she could not stop, though. trade? feck off! these people are dicks. if'n i offer myself, that'd make me a slave! y'know? they use your kind like that.

nah, redbird wouldn't trade shit. she'd be lucky to get anywhere near muat-riya again.

what i need is a plan. she began to pace again, and the sand began to slide. some way in an' out. i've seen the place inside. i'd be quick — maybe i could make a distraction...

she paused in her pacing to stare at the palace from the great distance, and saw only the horizon line and the broken clouds above.