Nova Peak what’s yours is mine.

she need not look back to see she had pursuers.

qiao ducked her head and held the babe close, thanking the nines he was so young that he could not put up a proper fight.

if she felt a little bad for leaving her familiar in the reeds — eh, well, he was an adult. he’ll figure it out.

the heavy tread of a wolf behind her hastened each of her flying steps. instinctively, qiao sought the overgrown lowlands. in the open plains she had no hope of outpacing mulherin — but in condensed thicket where an agile body could squeeze that he could not…

with teeth at her heels, qiao the pupknapper sped towards a fistful of curling thornwood, her figure dissolving into the underbrush as she fled further away from the dug out.