Luneshale Pass at the serpent's behest

the man finally speaking her language did not abate the confusion of being called a chicken.

gun postured. most of him she now saw, although the back of his head covered the sun, his face soot-black.

...that sho? her tongue fished the open side of her muzzle for debris. then hhack you here hhor?

she grinned.

enjoying the hhiew? her hips shimmied. only a small percent of the innuendo constituted a joke.