Redhawk Caldera Solutions to my gloom.

We don't have servants around here, followed by a darkening of her expression. Bassetki bows her head low again, and makes a mental note to stop thinking forcing the hierarchy of home onto the wolves she meets here.

"Of course," she says, "Perhaps someone young, eager? It is only to hunt rabbits." She really is hungry.

Mention of Akashingo earns only a frown and a slow shake of her head. "It is not known to me," she answers, following Towhee's gaze south and flinching when both eyes are suddenly back on her. "I travelled east for almost an entire season when I met the salted water." That had been an experience - a burning, awful mouthful to remember.