Porcupine Ridge When the chips are down

leaving. this brought an interested cant to her head, followed by a slow blink that suggested she was considering his offer.

nothing was free.

but perhaps tousaint offered in grace what muskrat might spin to gold before time was high.

in magnanimity she spread her forepaws and nodded at him. "i listen." already he brought her news of a fracture inside the vale, for the man in front of her seemed more wise than to quit a packland for no reason at all.