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it seemed best to wander at night, given the danger and bloodshed that lingered 'round her new associates. the woman—named sangre, which she had recently learned—was on the mend. but trouble was not over yet, based on the electric charge that raced among the wolves gathered here.

it wasn't so bad here. not so sparkly as the pass had been, but a better look at the stars. and how numerous they were!

fiamma stood upon the cool sand on an evening, looking up at the mass of little lights above her head. they took shape and form, as she had once been told—but only her brothers had been taught astronomy. she could barely guess at shapes—

a set of teeth? the deadly length of a deer's antler?

she sighed and shook her head, letting the stars be. instead, she paced the perimeter of this little valley, ankles brushing the desert scrub as she went.

if someone had come across her mother bleeding out, she would have begged for them to help her. she had stepped in to do the same for sangre.

and if that someone had been successful, she would have offered them her eternal debt and gratitude.

so here she stood. 

a savior. an outlaw. an aberration.