Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

"the fox? he will die, but in death will be quite useful." qiao responded matter of fact, stowing away the refused fishmeat. a shame, she thought, that this male was so suspicious.

that suspicion served him well, for he would find no pleasant meal in his future from anything served by qiao. unlike the fox -- whom qiao would likely find in the morning curled around its stomach with the last of its life foaming through its mouth.

she looped the peltskin back on its greenbrier handle, and slipped her thin neck through its cords. "are you a local?"