Starglow Basin Rojo

Saguaro did not quite understand how a creature could be motivated to eat past hunger. How someone could chase after what could not sustain them. She was frightened by the prospect, surely, and certain that there was some kind of magic holding her there, trance-like. The fruit called to her, like an oasis in a desert. She'd never quite been so thirsty.

Still, she hesitated. Her head remained bowed, but her ears perked. The man would bring her food, real food, if he could watch her succumb. And yet, he hadn't answered the question she'd been asking.

"Not me. The others. How much do you charge them?" She didn't quite know why it was so important she know. She had no pack out here, no one to protect. Nothing but her own hide to look after. But that could still change, right?