Dawnlark Plains Johnny brought a rocket to a knife fight

At first he hesitated, his own natural wariness rearing its head. Then he nodded; why not, after all? They had nothing to hide. Family, mostly. Kids. My brother and sister run the pack, Tybault offered, a little surprised by how quaint it sounded when put that way. As if they led a simple, idyllic existence among the willows.

In some ways they did. If only that were all of it.

You on your own? He asked after a moment, though the answer seemed apparent. Tybault wasn't sure yet if he meant the words as an invitation. Instinct told him that the woman was no threat, that she was someone to be protected — but he'd been wrong before.