Luneshale Pass [m] conozco a tipo

Tierra moved away when an unfamiliar man approached and seemed keen on invading her personal space. No thanks, dude. He didn’t have the same air of menace that some of the others had and she wasn’t up for distraction right now.

The menace that, all too soon, was directed her way. She’d learned, at this point, that Sangre was the name he’d given her. Assuming that, she hadn’t corrected him. He was interesting and right now he had what she wanted. That didn’t mean he needed her actual name. To all of them she’d stay Sangre.

She only stared back a moment before accepting and coming to the summons. She prickled at the authority, but something in his and Soto’s shared attention (for once) made her cautious.

What? She wouldn’t argue but she wouldn’t cower under them either. If she was sticking around then she was nobody’s pet.

There was trouble. And she was starting to get the feeling, whatever was coming, they might need her for it. She might be able to use that.