Noctisardor Bypass pins n needles

Glaukos did not give her a "yes," but it was likely the best she was going to get out of him. Prowler would simply have to make a run for it if she ever saw him; that was going to be key to her survival here, Fiona thought.

His final comment amused her, though her expression remained neutral. It seemed as though he had some kind of protection complex. That was ripe, coming from a man whom Fiona so far had seen do zero protecting and all kinds of damaging to those around him. She had a feeling she would be doing no such thing, should some harm come her way. She'd much rather fight her own fight than get the guard-dog involved (or anyone else, for that matter). Maybe if they'd formed some sense of connection, but that was a long, long way off, assuming it happened at all.

She made no move to stop him when he left, and instead began searching the packlands for the various caches—or rather, what was left of them. Two hungry mothers and a large burly father did not leave much behind.