Blackfeather Woods why you get loose, get loose, get low, get low

the girl spoke something unintelligible, then laughed — a nervous sort of noise that focused sobeille’s attention.

but she need only ask of the bones to win the girl’s good favor. she pushed them forward, noticing the stranger’s anticipatory anxiety for her interest. this was another alien concept to sobeille, who had only ever been unapologetically ruthless in her thirst for knowledge.

dese be signal bones. dey can tell me t’ings, if i can concentrate enough to decipher dem. de bones had a funny pattern before. she flicked her gaze back to the den, wondering if shirin was the danger or in danger.