Dragoncrest Cliffs it was still september

the first adult on the scene was val, who shuffled him back with gentle admonitions, concern tinging each word. lafayette acquiesced, but still stared around the man's long dark limbs.

he couldn't get the feel of that lifeless shoulder out of his mind.

it be dead, lucette said, appearing (per usual) as if by magic at his side.

he— but he trailed off, nervously licking his lips. there was nothing more to say, he supposed.

other wolves were coming.

lionfish, decided auntie chacal. lafayette hadn't noticed the creature at first, being more focused on the wolf, but now his eyes rested upon its dried fiery flesh.

lionfish, he repeated sotto voce, committing the fish and its name to memory under his running DO NOT TOUCH list.