Dragoncrest Cliffs we are still trained killers

oh, you poor thing.
he comes across the raspy-voiced girl
looking more like a sodden corpse
than a living thing --
her eyes sunken in a thin skull
her fur greasy with saltwater.

she can barely stand.
is she one of them,
returned from a sojourn gone awry?
cayetano looks her over, biting his lip.

val and a few others were gone,
and from the looks of things,
this one would be a different kind of gone
very soon.

he calls for chacal and mireille,
while he reaches for her
with one shoulder held up
for her to lean upon.