Storm Watch Butte A little party never killed nobody.

the woman seemed to take her news well enough, and if the wolves around here had "itchy feet," as towhee said, perhaps it was almost expected. fiamma nodded in response, murmuring, safe travels, to the pair before turning to soto again.

dice che la sua famiglia viaggia molto, she explained. lei cercherà per sangre.

it seemed as if her work here was done, and so with a parting glance toward her capo, she left, too—though not without looking at the horizon, where the dual forms of the woman and her young child were fading into the distance.

sangre's mother. so the child was, presumably, the dark girl's brother.

who were they to soto?