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

Qiao was good at being seemingly non-threatening. She’d always been keen. Always seemed to have the upper hand in these scenarios.

Stormchaser was not an actor and he struggled with the facades and the games. Myrmidon had seemingly been lured in and he had been a tough stone to crack. The yearling wondered where the man was, if he had stayed near Akashingo. It was likely that he’d have good work there. If not, there would be other packs and palaces. Most had need for a big brute who could fight.

As the crone lured the madman in with her fish, Stormchaser watched the odd fellow’s paw leave the trinket. In only the blink of an eye, he’d darted forward and snatched the item in his mouth. Long-legged and equipped with a skill for racing, he ran until his legs all but shook from the effort.

When he looked back over his shoulder, the beach was gone and so was the poor fool of a man. In his mouth he held the amulet.