Sheepeater Cliff it's the end/friend of mine

Still no warmth to be found, for all her honey hues. Riley began to regret his approach, despite the rumbling of his belly.

He had less interest in whatever it was Bailey was near, moreso because she evoked in him feelings of mortal terror. Slow as his wit was, he knew her kind well enough -- for one would say he had been borne to a similar, virtuless hold.

He shook his head. "No thanks. I'll find something else." And yet he hung there uncertain a moment longer, as if waiting for Bailey to say anything else or tell him to fuck off.

He didn't wait long. Turning his back on her made chills climb up his spine -- Riley got the hell out of dodge.