Felltree Marsh A coat of red

sobeille scarcely pulled another strap of back flesh from the raccoon before the huntress stormed off. she grabbed the remains of her carcass and lugged forward, trotting after sivaak.

already the huntress out great distance between them. doii this, doii that — sobeille listened but found she could not conceptualize the difference between any of them.

she paused to put the raccoon down, and already sivaak’s form nearly faded from view. ’ow i tell a sharadoii from de other doiis? what be de difference? she called after sivaak’s disappearing back, grabbing the raccoon with a scowl as she scampered after her once more.