Totoka River it’s yours and it’s mine.

the muddied piece of bone was interesting before the man became near-hysterical at the face of losing it — now it was downright fascinating. 

qiao did not move - not as the bone slipped into the water, not as the man resurfaced, half drowned but holding the trinket. her gaze flickered over stormchaser, who already closed the gap between them and now stood closest to the stranger. 

water coursed from the mayfair’s sodden fur. qiao listened to the rhythm of the water, remaining still in the practiced manner of a thief disarming their mark. 

stormchaser’s honing instincts would carry them through.