Redsand Canyon that’s why i’m calling you back on my way through.

qiao sensed glaukos’ gaze upon her with a passing predator’s interest. she stilled, never near enough to a stranger that they could make a bid for her throat. 

he moved on. qiao was his shadow besides him, keeping step with an ear attentive to his single utterance. would you like to hunt, or is it easy fare you seek? in her deerskin sack, qiao had few dried meats — long ago she had learned the way to a feral man’s heart was through his stomach.