Silvertip Mountain needlepoint

They didn’t know they’d held their breath so long until it came flooding out in a relieved sigh. But another gallon of air lodged in their throat when the man beckoned them. Buzzard stood, hesitant and reluctant, and walked behind by his side. Not too close of course.

Never in their life had they felt so uneasy from such a simple question. This was so fucking weird. This small talk. It’s like he’d completely forgotten they were a prisoner here. Buzzard squinted at nothing in particular as their mind raced.

A very uncreative one, they answered cooly. In their head they were trying to decide whether or not giving their name to these wolves was a dumb idea.