Redhawk Caldera Normally subhuman cultures such as this are of no consequence

Ana glanced up at the chuff, dropping the raven's foot with a guilty lowering of her ears. A few nervous clicks filled the air while she reached for something to say. Hi, She finally settled on, studying the woman. Tall, dark-furred, green-eyed. Anathema had never seen her before.

I'm Anathema. Ponyboy's friend, This was becoming something of a mantra; her justification of her place here. Without him, she had none. Ana picked up the raven's foot again and lifted it to show the woman, wondering what she would think of it.