the reaper is not grim

She could feel herself being scrutinized, but did not mind it. Her traveling had made her leaner than she normally was, and her diet had also changed her typical girth. In time she would fall back into her bulk. Although Razorback was by no means a mountain of a wolf, she was formidable in her stature. As Bazi inhaled her, Razorback did the same. Bazi now smelled like home. It was a scent she could get used to.

If Razorback noted the pause in Bazi's speech, there was no sign of it. Her question was answered swiftly, We will not be here much longer, she started, And of our enemies. Razorback was as succinct in the delivery of this as Bazi's counterpart had been. But at last, a question she felt needed clarifying: Are they to be attacked on sight? Her head cocked to the side, her question truly innocent. Razorback was a woman collared by her leaders command, and that alone.