Storm Watch Butte Give me liberty

Her expression did not change as he approached. She remained friendly, welcoming. You're not much scarier than a coyote to me. She responded, her gaze shifting to return to the careful washing of her coat.

The mimicked hiss made her giggle, girlish and sweet. A snake, hm? She whacked his flank with her tail, teasing. I have enough of those. An anaconda and a prairie snake were already one too many for her to handle.

Are you going to tell me your name?