Sly Fox Sand Dunes skull and crossbones

again, she caught enough, and the tone of his voice is clear. mi compañía—my companion.

what a cad, fiamma thought, though she had to admit there was a certain charm to him. she enjoyed the repartee, at least.

no. i prefer somewhere less. . . she gestured vaguely with her muzzle, swinging it around to indicate their barren surroundings. empty.

with a sigh, she keeps on moving, with a growing acceptance of the man traveling beside her. mi chiamo fiamma, she introduces herself. and i believe yours is castel, sì? that was what soto had told her, anyway.